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41---Not the last of Me

JADEN'S POV

I poked my head out, shooting aggressively as Floyd drove like a mad man. The police was on our trail. It was fucken MadMax out here, but I loved it. Oh, I fucken love it!.

" Left man,take left!!" I yell to Floyd, breathing so hard as I fumbled with the bullets.
" That's a dead end man!" Floyd yell.
" I know!"
The car lurched violently as we suddenly swerved to a dusty road.
We'd managed to get some distance between the cops and us. But they could catch up anytime.

In the distance, I could hear the sound of the waterfall.
I grin widely as I stared at Floyd's horrified expression.
" Oh...no man, come on!" Floyd's eyes popped when realization hit him.
" Get ready to jump"
" I can't man, it's dangerous!" It's either we jump or fucken get locked behind bars for God knows how long! I'd rather die , than get sent to jail" I say, kicking my door open as the car sped roughly towards the edge.

" Jump!!"
A loud ringing noise sounded through my brain as my body came into contact with the ground, dust filling my nostrils and mouth as I sucked in a deep breath.
I sat up through the pain. I stood up quick, only to fall back as my left ankle buckled sharply, giving out. It's twisted if not broken.
I have no time to baby the pain. I groan painfully as I made my way to the edge. That fucken coward didn't jump. The car  was swallowed up in the deep water.

I have no time to think as the sirens drew closer. Painfully, I dragged myself into the thick forest, half running. I know am bleeding, but I don't know which part of my body is. I just run. Run, run until the pain in my ankle blended in. I'm sweating as I run past trees after trees.
It seemed endless.
I wanted to stop and catch my breath.
Wanted to give my body just a little rest, even if it's a second.

But my brain wouldn't allow me, my legs were moving on it's own. So I don't stop, I just run. Till I couldn't hear any sounds save for my labored breathing.
I don't know for how long I've been running. I come to a sudden halt when I see a dark building in a distance. Where the hell am I?
It's a cottage.
Fuck... that's the best thing I've seen in hours.

I check my gun, I have four bullets.
I try not to make a sound as I neared the cottage. I go through the back. The night is dead silent. It's like there wasn't any animals in this dark forest.
I peeped in through the back window.
It's empty and dark.
I sigh with much relief as I touched my back pocket and felt my lighter. I clicked it on, carefully entering the cottage through the back.

I scavenge around for any useful tool or bandages or drugs, any shit that could help relief the throbbing in my head and ankle.
Nothing!
Fucken Nothing!!.
I kick the center table hard, momentarily forgetting about my sprained ankle the pain in my anger and frustration.
Am sent landing hard on the floor as my legs gave out, an excruciating pain causing me to fall unbalanced.
" Fuuuucccckkkk!!!!" I cuss loudly, not caring if the entire world could heard.

Saliva dripping down my beards as my brain tried to stop the ringing in my head, I could hear my throaty groans. For a while, I laid there breathing rapidly, my heart begging to jump out of my chest.
Everything came rushing back.
Hakeem, Bethany, Fiona, Hagel...

I hated everybody. Everyone had a hand in making me end up this miserable.
But this is not the last of me.
This is far from being last!.
I have to get Hazel and my son.

My eyes settled on the one thing that revived me...a telephone hang on the wall.
Snickering, I crawl towards it, lifting myself up just enough to grab it.
I held my breath as I dialed the one person I knew would come to my rescue.
The one person I've come to hate.

As the phone rung, I started counting down.
Counting every second until I take my revenge.
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I woke up to the smell of something chokey... Something was burning. Deeply annoyed, I opened my eyes fully as sat up.
My head doesn't hurt as much and my leg wasn't in as much pain.
I cringe at the teddy bear staring at me, I grabbed it and threw it away.