Father Pleaaseee!

CHAPTER 1 - THE CHASE

'Right foot'

'Left foot'

'Right foot'

'right again?'

'Lost count'

'Confused'

'I cant breathe'

'Run for my life,' this I understand.

The whole situation was overwhelming. It felt like if my world was spinning. All opposites were colluding inside me. My blood runs ice cold yet my lungs are screaming and the jarring pain shooting from my ankle to knee does nothing to help. My heart and lungs are pumping but my breath still came in hot and in small spurts. My brain and body are in full survival mode. Just which should I escape from – Myself or my pursuers.

Being chased is nothing like in my head. At least there despite how disorganized it may seem, I am in full command of the situation just like the heroic sexy stars in movies. Reality though is a whole new dimension. I wonder if my pursuers can fathom my fear. I mean would the media even publish the story of my death or would I rot in this damp without anyone realizing? The alley is dark black as if the deepest charcoal has been bled out making every corner lurk in the darkness. It is twisted and turned on itself going left then right over and over again. Its streets are rough and cobbled celebrating the fresh blood it gets from tearing my bare feet. It's literally the underworld of any town.

I know am at my limits when all sorts of prayers run through my head and I want nothing more than to curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save me. The truth of the matter was no one would. It's me and my legs against the three huge and fast pursuers. Despite the pain, I knew every step I took was vital. If they catch me that isn't one life lost but two. I could feel a hand grasp out at my pants, this time he fails to grasp but next time I wouldn't be so lucky. I need to find a way out; a hole to sink into in the meantime. Mr. Adrenaline I know you are on overdrive right now pumping over my veins like a waterfall but I need you to triple the effort.

'Catch her,' a coarse voice shouted.

I could recognize that voice anywhere. It belonged to Adam. Around here if you have ever gotten money from the loan sharks and then your world explodes after the time frame given then that's Adam. His looks are normal. Well; take Mr. Bean add sixty pounds, mess up his hair, make the jawline not so perfect, add a thick scraggly beard and add three inches on his height. I don't think huge is the word to describe him he is just there. A debt though is all the motivation he needs to carry that body like the wind. If loan sharks need to scare, beat or kill someone that's the guy sent. My perfect horrific nightmare. Also the man I need to convince to stay alive. The problem is last I checked the debt was so huge that the numbers blurred into gibberish and the time was way due. We are talking about four months past. In their world that's equivalent to four years.

My legs were giving up and my body couldn't take it anymore either. I considered giving up. Maybe this world was too small for us. In the afterlife may we meet again? Reaching out for my cell phone I dialed a number. Though I couldn't see I estimated it was number one. My emergency contact. I just hope I got it right. I have to get it right.

'Hello,' a coarse voice responded.

'Please take care of her for me. I don't think I can make it. This is....' Before I could even finish my statement the battery died. At least all I needed to take care of is done. If I die I will be peaceful in the afterlife.

Just I was about to halt, I saw brightness out of nowhere. The kind of brightness that sears into your retinas making you involuntarily close them out of fear of going blind. But it was also a ray of hope. A chance at survival. I ran towards the light without checking. A silver-grey Mercedes was driving straight to me. Even if I was the fasted human on earth I wouldn't be able to escape it and anyway at this point I would rather die by car than Adam. Even if I die at least my body won't be scathed.

Scratch that. I should have thought twice about this. Even in my disorientated state drifting in and out of consciousness I could fleetingly taste blood pooling in my mouth. The aching and cracks of my bones felt like if I was carrying a mountain. As for my insides, I guess they were caving in on themselves. I could see Adam at a distance. Maybe I should have let him twist my guts out with the knife in his hands. My chance of survival would have been better yet. But then again I hate no loathe anyone by the name Adam.

I struggled to free myself and run but that only rewarded me with more pain. As my eyelids fluttered the last person I saw a man asking me if I could hang on then everything went dark.