ENDS

Chapter 59- Described

There was a gunshot in the air and soon enough everyone ran in haphazard directions to cover for safety.

"Othniel!? Othniell!?" Meredith yelled out as she tried to take cover also.

She crouched behind a shelf and was muttering silent prayers for the sake of her life and her safety. It wasn't quite long before she felt a hand on her left shoulder and she jumped in fright but calmed her nerves after she saw it was the driver she had been looking for.

"What's going on? How do we get out of here???" she asked as her lips and arms were trembling.

Othniel placed a finger on his lips and whispered a little shhh "follow me"

At first, she wondered where he thought he was headed but she wasn't given enough time to wonder as he pulled her to her feet and ran into one of the dressing rooms.

The moment they were in, he jammed the door shut behind them and began searching the entire room for something.

"What are you looking for?" she asked in confusion.

"Something strong enough to break a wall"

"Why would you want to break a wa..." she wasn't able to complete the statement when another gunshot sound resonated through the air.

Othniel decided to try ramming one of the mobile hangers into the wall repeatedly to see if it would work.

And it actually did.

He realized the walls were made of wood and not actual concrete so it was easier to break through.

Once a small hole was made, he lifted the chair in the room and threw it at the wall.

It brought the brittle walls to pieces and he was glad of the outcome.

"There's a jeep outside waiting for you. RUN!" he commanded her and she didn't delay in obedience.

As fast as she could hafer she ran out the broken wall and did see a jeep just down the store, she picked up her pace to get to it faster like they were going to leave her behind if she didn't.

The moment the car doors opened she jumped in and the vehicle sped off as soon as she did.

It was then she caught her breath and realized who was in the car with her.

"Hunter? You're organizing continental shooting parades now?"

"Meredith did you by chance overhear what your father's plans tonight were?" Hunter asked her, hoping that maybe there might be a misinformation and they weren't actually going to kill Iris.

"You know he's my father?" she asked with a slight hurt to it.

She reminisced briefly on the night he had told her.

She still remembered how the crackles of the fireplace resonated around the room, how the mug of latte she held in her hands was a bit thaw, how the room was filled with picture frames of so many people he called his family.

And also, her family.

The way he looked at her when he narrated the tale. Like he was reciting African tales by moonlight to the little girl who was eager to hear.

'I wouldn't lie to you, believe me'

He repeated this to her over and over, she wasn't sure if it was so he could successfully deceive her, or if he truly wanted her to believe the truth.

But somehow, she fell for the latter.

She spent the entire night crying, and spent the days fighting back tears.