We have stopped; whether Jesse was tired, bored or some other reason I'm not sure. His blond hair covers his closed eyes. The radio has been turned off and an unsettling noise has filled the empty air.
Silence.
The barking beagle that had been keeping even the deepest of sleepers up turned quiet. A train line ran beside the old, shabby apartment. It usually had raucous, rickety railway carriages on it to disrupting the unusual peacefulness of the world. That too, lays oddly barren. The only sounds that can be heard are the distant sirens and the pitter-patter of rain on the roof.
The darkness encloses me. Its strong arms not comforting me - as I hope - but stealing me away. It presses right beside me like a blanket on a cold day and it slithers around me, not letting me escape. It is a rare, unnerving experience.
However, as the saying goes, there is always calm before the storm. The tranquil atmosphere refused to last. A lone pair of headlights glides up the dirty street, almost like a ghost floating its way towards us. It stops, right in front of us.
A man, unsurprisingly dressed in an all-black suit, climbs out of the car. His nighted figure cautiously approaches us. My heart is in my throat. I gently prod Jesse's arm which causes him to spring awake. I place my index finger in front of my lips, indicating him to be quiet. He notices the man immediately. His eyes widen in surprise. I grip onto the jumper's sleeve we had found in the back of our stolen car.
"Let's talk to him first," I tell him. Before he could even reply to my statement, I begin to roll down my window.
"How can I help you, sir."
"I need you two to come with me," his low voice orders.
I think the hell not.
A gun pokes out of his jacket.
"Why?" I ask him, definitely not stalling so Jesse can get his act together.
He shrugs nonchalantly, "the boss wants you."
Ok, yeah, no way.
As if Jesse could read my mind, he quickly turns on the car and speeds away from the mysterious man. Jesse sped away from the scene and erratically turned multiple corners to hopefully get the man off our tail.
A sound of an engine starting, followed by the screeching of tires, reach my ears. I glance nervously at Jesse.
"Where are we?" I ask him.
"Somewhere in Detroit," he replies.
Detroit! That's like, 5 hours away from Des Moines. He drove that far!
"Yes, I drove that far."
"Did I say that out loud?"
"Yes, you di-," he begins to say before we were interrupted by a scream.
My scream.
The car spins clockwise, the tires leaving evident skid marks on the road, and eventually came to a stop on the roof of the car. The roof of our new car is spinning; The straight beam holding it up is now twisted, almost like a wave. My head feels as if it is underwater.
I keep trying to swim to the surface, but the harder I try, the more exhausted I become. Even though I continue trying, I am being thrown around, pulled under and then launched upwards for a rare moment of consciousness. A face appears in my distorted vision.
"Jesse?" I mumbled.
The man chuckles, and I think he shakes his head.
God damn, my head feels as if it is self-destructing.
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Out of Time
Action"𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞." Betrayal is the beginning of the end in most stories. However, Lara Ashwood's journey through life began with disloyalty and will probably end with it too. After escaping her abusive family...
