I Am Wanted {4} Illiana's house was huge. From the ground it looked about medium-sized, but close up it looked like a mansion. "So this is my house," Illiana said cheerfully. We were on the porch which was a wrap-around porch, and Illiana was opening the door. When she opened the door, it felt like a breath of fresh air. It had only been two days of me on the run, but being in an actual house was amazing. The living room was large with a connected couch in its center. Two coffee tables were on either sides of the couch and throw pillows were everywhere. They littered the floor, so everywhere you stepped there was one. "What happened to your arm?" I looked at Illiana, then at my arm. "It looks infected," she added. "Oh, I was trying to catch my camera from the stream and my arm got scratched by a tree branch." These were complete lies, but I couldn't tell her that someone had thrown a knife at me. Most likely aiming to kill me and I barely even knew her anyways. "Do you want me to help you re-wrap it? I could put some antibiotics on it." Did I want her help? "Uh, okay." She took me to her bathroom which was big, too. Illiana crouched down and started looking under the cabinet. She sat a bottle and a towel on the counter. Wetting a small section of the towel with the bottle, Illiana said, "Now this might sting a little." I nodded, wondering what in the world I had gotten myself into. Illiana took the bandage I had made off my gash. Then she applied the towel's corner that she had wetted. "Ouch!" I screeched. "Sorry." I watched her wrap it back up, this time I had an actual bandage, not just a strip of t-shirt. "Thanks," I said. "You're welcome. You never told me your name." I thought quickly, but words were already falling out of my mouth. "Amber. Amber Sparks." I had just told her my real name. I had used rule three perfectly, but I had just broken rule one. Great. Now if they came looking for me, I'd be toast. "That's a pretty name." "Thanks. I guess I'd better go, but thanks for your help." "You have to leave?" Illiana looked at me with sad eyes. "I'm sorry, but I have to get home." I started towards the front door. "Couldn't I go with you?" she said while following me. "No. That's okay." She opened the door for me. "Bye." A bullet was shot through the door at us. "Crap!" I said, trying to get Illiana to move. She followed me and we went into a hallway. "Do you have a room away from here?" I motioned to the front door, where bullets were coming quickly now. "Over there," Illiana pointed. It was across the line of fire. "Who are those people?" she asked. "I'll tell you later." The bullets were still coming and I knew once they were all gone, they would come. The bullets stopped which was sooner than I had expected because I thought they would have come well prepared. "We need to get out of here now," I whispered. "Do you have a back door, Illiana?" "Yes, but there's no ladder." The ladder which we had used to come up, was on the front of the tree. The only way to get out was... "We'll have to jump." I told Illiana. "What?!" I pulled Illiana to the back door. She was obviously freaking out and her breath was staggered. I looked down. It wasn't that far down, but far down enough that we would have broken bones if we jumped. I grabbed Illiana's hand. "Together. One, two, three." We jumped.