Ready to Run

Chapter 2 - Escape

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My heart is thumping so hard that I'll be not surprised that it will burst out off my chest. I caught my breath and felt the pressure of pain at my feet. I am wearing heels for crying out loud. Stray tears escaped my eyes and flowed into my cheeks. My hands felt cold and frozen like ice.

Ice.

I remembered my mom calling my name at the top of her lungs, and people throwing glances at me when they noticed. My last look at the horrifying event caused me even more to run faster awhile ago. When the thought registered deep into my brain, I let out a light sarcastic laugh. I can't believe I really did that. The only escaped that I thought about is to ran away and hide, and I've done it. I touched the engagement ring that might cost million of pounds that was sitting on my right hand. It felt cold against my skin like ice.

Ice.

Why do I keep thinking about Ice? Oh, yeah right. I am Ice and Ice would never run away but she did. A small smile crept into my lips, I did it! I actually did something I never thought I can, and what's good about it? I feel free.

I sat down with this extravagant dress I am wearing. I dreamed about wearing a white gown when I walked down to the aisle. I dreamed as a child that everyone would love my white gown because it is full of gems and beads. I dreamed that I'll love my gown, but as the dream fulfilled in my own eyes. I can't push myself to not despise and won't wish that the first time I wore it I want to shred it off into pieces. It is a gown, you may say. But a wedding gown is not just a gown for me. It is more than that, it is a notice that you'll leave the life you are used to and be in the new chapter as a wife. Wife? I can't afford to think to be the wife of that bastard! I can't be legally stuck with an arrogant selfish bastard whom I purely despise for the rest of my life. I don't know. Is that his fault? Or my parents damn fault?

I scrunched up my nose in annoyance as I looked around. I am glad that this truck is really spacious for my size. I mean, my gown is really taking up most of the space. But still I can't find a comfortable position. I can't even stand up, my feet started to throb in pain a while ago. I placed my head into this small stack of pillow beside me.

At least, I got a pillow with me.

Chapter Two

"Shoot." I cursed, someone went inside and it isn't just someone, it is a man. I clutched my high heel and I swore if this creature laid a finger on me, this shoe will turn into a knife. I eyed him as he closed the opening of the truck. He is gasping for air and beads of sweat are flowing down into his head. He sat down, knees levelled into his face and hands repeatedly brushing his mop of long hair. He actually looks an epic failed gangster with that bandana sticking up into his forehead.

Don't even dare to look this way, Mister.

As if the man can read my thoughts, he looked at me. His eyes widen in shock and a playful smirk crept into his face. Thanks for the light from this very small window at my back; I can clearly see that this man doesn't look like a drug addict. I hope not, we can't trust people's appearance nowadays.

"What are you doing here?" His voice trembled as he asked me. 'Ahh, you know, just casually chills around with these pillows because this is life.' I rolled my eyes at him, and gave him a 'don't ask me' look which is composed of a very intense glare and a middle finger in the air. He might think I am beyond a crazy; a girl wearing a wedding gown with her smudged makeup casually chills inside a truck because she thinks this is life.

Totally, out of mind.

Clearly ignoring me after I gave him the look, he pressed his ear against the metal opening, and sighed. 'Whoops, looks like someone is running away too.' I thought and raised a brow to this man. He doesn't look a drug addict and clearly, if this one will took a shower, he will actually look good. He got long loose curls and it would look really funny when this hairstyle will be a hit, I bet he is the only one who can rock up that look anyways. I snapped my thoughts out of my head, am I checking out a stranger?

I heard sirens and screaming of people outside. My eyes widen at the realization.

Boo, shit is getting real.

What have I just placed myself into? What if this man is a murderer? He is obviously running away from something. Oh, what if this man is a crazy dude? Or the most wanted person by the cops? I analyzed the man; he is obviously hiding from someone. It is absolutely the policemen. What have this man had done?

Running away too? Hiding from them? Like me? As I realized the fate we both have is quite similar, a small laugh escaped from my lips. I swear, I am going crazy; it is maybe because of the heat and exhaustion.

He turned to look at me, "Shh! They might hear you!"

"So what Mr. Wanted? I am helping the society if that happened." I snapped back and clutched my heel tighter. Just look strong and a bitch, you'll survive this talk.

"Just shut up, Miss!" He yelled, completely frustrated.

"Shh! They might here you!" I mimicked his voice. He rolled his eyes at me, and then continued to press his right ear into the metal. I clamped my mouth shut and sighed. I should be behaving right? What if this guy would do something bad to me? Like sell my dress? Kill me? Even though I want my problems to end, dying is not the option.

I placed my head into the pillow. I don't know what to do really. Is running away the right thing to do? What would happen to my life now?

How would I survive? How would I sleep? Eat? Dress? What if I go with this guy? What if I became a burglar? A thief?

"Ugh."

I whispered, closing my eyes in frustration. I really wanted to cry but my eyes were too dry. I think I'd cried enough before the wedding and I was really dehydrated.

With my deep thoughts, I was interrupted with a giggle. I looked at this guy beside, who was grinning at me. I raised an eyebrow, looking at him.

"Are we close?" I asked, giving him a go-away-stranger look.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked back. Although it was dark, I could see some features of his face and it wasn't bad.

"Don't talk to me, I don't know you." I spat. It wasn't really trying to be rude neither nice. I didn't want him to have interests in me.

"But you're already doing that." He smiled again. I knew he was smiling, hearing the clicking sound between his wet lips.

I just kept quiet. What if he got annoyed?

"You know what? You annoy me so much. I think it would be worth it to shut your fucking mouth if I'll shoot you with this?" He pulled out the gun behind his pants.

"No one will see us. No one will help you. No one will see your dead body, not even your family. Your crime will never be solved." He laughed evilly, placing the tip of the gun on my head.

"Shit." I mumbled to myself, imagining the scenario in my head.

I think I just need to go with the flow. Listen to whatever he says and do whatever he wants me to. After I got his trust, that's when I could run and escape.

Run run run.

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A/N

Hiii. So this is my first time to do the Author's Note thingy. I just want to remind everybody that I own this story, the plot, the character names so I will definitely appreciate if you will not steal this story idea that I came up with while listening to Ready to Run from One Direction. My friend wrote this chapter for me so shoutout to my lovely and beautiful friend, Rovi :)