FICKLE HEART

Fickle Is Nature Today

Stories. Stories of a heroine getting caught in dirty hands. Escapes with her life. Threat still licking at her heels. Urgh! Somehow I wish my life was as dramatic as that. My feet keeps tapping on the cement floor of the train platform as I wait. I am waiting for quite some time now. Always peeking over my shoulder. Seeing if the familiar mountain was somewhere near.

I am running. I don't know what I will do about my job but I know I can't stay here. Any time now that train is going come and whisk me away. I don't know what I can explain about my getaway to Rachel but it would have to wait until I'm a country away from Elon. A terrible though occurred to me then: Does Rachel know?

The announcement of my train blasted through the speakers and I immediately let go of that thought, my heart beats with earth quaking relief. I'm going to be free. My eyes rapt on the ascending train, slowly making its way to my platform. I grab the handle of my bags on each hand. Here I go. I am walking. I am walking. Eyes strained on the section A carrier. My cabin is somewhere there. It will keep me locked and safe from this place. As I jump right into the open door as soon as the train comes to stop, then I feel it. I feel a hand come around my waist. Pulling me back to a very hard rock chest.

Just below my ear, a husky whisper. "I told you not to leave town, Kiera."

"Elon." I whisper in fright as I turn my head to find green ice daggers of rage thrown at my direction. My heart skipped a beat. He was not just angry. No, this was another level altogether. He was enraged. With fast movements, he has taken a hold of my two suitcases and my hand tugged along as he drags me back outside of the train station. I don't do anything. I know I am losing a battle here. I have no idea how he found me. How he knew. I guess with my track record, he must have known I wouldn't listen to his threat.

We reach his car. It was a black mustang. Popping the hood up, he throws in my bags and bangs it close. I try not to startle myself with his sharp loud movements. "Get in." He barks.

I don't move. I cannot believe this is happening to me. "Are you going to kill me?"

He doesn't even crack a smile. "Trust me. I have far worse things plan for you."

"That is not helping." I stay still.

"I don't give a fuck! Now get in now!" He roars at me and I immediately get inside. Instantly, I am welcomed with dark cedar aroma filling in my nostrils. If this was any other day, I would have truly appreciated it. Not today though. Not when my life was at stake. Not when he sat in the driver's seat and shutting the door and the car felt infinitely smaller.

He put the key in the ignition and started the car. Before he could take hold of the gearshift, I capture it. "Wait. Listen to me, Elon. Just for a minute."

He glanced at me sideways. First he gauges me, taking his sweet time. Then, he agrees. "Spill."

I work my throat. "My friend is sick. I am going there to be with her because she is not going to make it alive. And her last dying wish was to see her friend. Me!"

The silence between us gathered and steeps steadily. His jaw ticks. "Why didn't you listen to me when I asked you to stay?"

I roll my eyes knowing it was a tad bit unbelievable. So I swing for the truth. "Because a mafia hit man threatened me!" I swung my arms, gesturing to his form.

His nostrils flared. His voice sneered like I had just insulted him. "I am not mafia. I am not a hit man either."

"Oh yeah? What are you then?" He doesn't answer me. "Why did you run?" He asks instead.

I remove my hand from the gearshift and rest it on the console to lean in to him. For a split second, something hazy passed through his eyes. Like a primal rawness dashing through his gaze like a cheetah. I couldn't catch it quick enough. "I run because you are not to be trusted."