Wanting Her

running with her

Isabella's POV:

He smirked at me as i sat down across from him on the table. I looked down to my lap, fiddling with my fingers, trying to control my overwhelming nerves and my stomach tightening.

"Isabella." Jacks booming voice bombarded in my ear, making me startled slightly. "Why didn't you answer me the first time?" He questioned, making a confused look cover my face. "I dont know i didnt hear." I mumbled quickly before looking around the restruant but with no sign of police yet...

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Jack's POV:

She was acting weird. Too weird. I watched as her worried face darted in multiple directions, as she frantically looked around whilst fiddling with a strand of her hair. She always did that when she was nervous.

I leaned in closer to the table and placed my palm on her shaking leg, which caught her attention. "You ok?" I asked her, which she just replied to with a quick nod and bit on her lips. I nodded back and leaned back but my hand still on her thigh.

I dont know why she was so panoried but it was starting to make me suspicious. What could of possibly happened to make her nerves this uncontrollable? As i started thinking through reasons, one repeated in my head.

When she went to the bathroom...

I slowly took my hand away from her thigh, not causing a slight reaction from her, and started to think. Hard. What could of happened in the bathroom to make her like this?

My thoughts came to a hault when a plate loaded with food met my eyes. The waitress had returned back and she gave us our identical orders. I watched closely, trying to look for any signs.

As she handed the second plate of food to Isabella she clumsily dropped it on the floor making Isabella flinch slightly and a smashing sound ring everyones ears. Customers around gave short glances but as i death stared them back their eyes drifted elsewhere.

"Im so sorry. I reall am. Ill get this cleaned up straight away." The waitress rambled on just making me even angrier. "Were leaving anyway." I stated loudly, making Isabella and the waitress shoot their heads towards me. I knew something was going on.

"W-what why?" Isabella stuttered as i could see tears filling up inside her eyes. I shook my head slightly at the way she was acting and looked back at the waiter. "I dont need a bill do i?" I asked her in an intimidating tone. "No but.." She was about to something else but before she could finish a huge group of people entered the restruant. The huge french, glass opening doors slammed open and in came a crowd of police, making everyone on the edge of their seats.

Shit.

"Isabella were leaving." I looked her sternly as i got up quickly and yanked her hand, making her leap out of her seat. "OVER HERE!" The waitress yelled and swung her hands in the air, causing all the polices attention. This fucking bitch. I could feel my rage going to a complete new level.

Grabbing on Isabella's hand even harder, i fast paced walk through the bunch of customers who were forming a crowd and gossiping. This was a good way to lose them. "S-stop." "Jack your hurting me." "Please." Isabela continuesly cried but i didnt look back at her. Not once. How could she do this to me?

I felt a sudden hault to my movement making me look bsck and see Isabella screamily chaotically for help and grabbing attention of half the crowd. "OVER HERE!" One of the customers yelled making the police look over this way and the crowd form a clear path towards us. Shit. Shit. Shit.

With adrenaline rushing through me, I grabbed Isabella, holding her on my shoulders, with her fists punching my back and her legs kicking everywhere. "DONT TOUCH HIM!" The policemen yelled. "HE COULD BE ARMED." After they yelled this it made the crowd take step backs away from me, making it even easier for me to get out of here.

I heard the polices constant yelling and commands getting closer and closer as we submerged ourselves deeper in the huge crowd. As we reached the back of the crowd, i saw metal double doors, with circle submarine-like windows. I was sure this led to the kitchen which was a great hiding spot.

With a tight grip on her waist, i felt her kicks getting slower and slower as her energy went lower and lower. Rushing through the two doors, i ran inside the kitchen and tried to find an exit. It was completely empty since all the staff had evacuated to see the collision. I'd never felt this much panic before but i was determined to leave this place with Isabella.

"Jack please." She continued crying. She hadnt shut her annoying mouth this whole time which was aggregating me. After circling the kitchen, i heard the two huge doors bang open and then followed by multiple footsteps.

Fuck i have to find a way out right now.