The Bad Boy Calls Me Enemy [ COMPLETED]

Sheer luck

April

We were speeding through thick sheets of bushes and tree shadows. I focused my eyes on the greenery outside to help my heart to cope up with what had just occurred a few minutes ago. My hands rested on top of Christian who was sleeping in my lap with his hands wrapped around my waist. I was sure he was having a panic attack but before I could ask him or help him calm down the bullet that broke through glass window stunned us speechless.

We were not supposed to get caught. No one was supposed to get suspicious about us, and we were supposed to leave the building without any trace, the four of us. Austin however, hadn't managed to join us and on top of that neither Austin nor Dad was picking their phones.

Jayson didn't blink an eye before he had put the car into reverse and roved it out at maximum speed. Three people followed us running and screaming "traitors" for about five minutes before I could see three dots disappear.

"We are almost there Ap." Jayson broke through the heavy silence and made me look at him in the rearview mirror.

"Right." I nodded.

Our destination was Montville, another small town which was approximately eighteen miles from Old Lyme. Even though it was a twenty-five minutes ride it felt like twenty-five hours when people chased after you with guns. Every second now and then I kept glancing back anxiously waiting for our ride to end waiting for Montville to arrive.

There were two cars at a distance that had been chasing us from the beginning but after we had left Old Lyme behind Jayson had successfully managed to lose their tail.

Sense of relief washed over me as Christian squirmed in my lap and his messy raven hair tickled me.

"Chris?" I gently touched his cheek. "Chris, how are you feeling?" I was sick worried about him because I had never seen him having any sort of mental problem before so the way he was clutching his head and screaming before he lost his consciousness was giving me hysterics.

He took a minute knitting his eyebrows before he slowly opened his eyes. The moment his eyes landed one me, he jolted up from his position.

"Hazel? What happened? Are you okay?"

The way he makes sure about me before even thinking about himself hadn't changed and it warmed up me from inside.

"I'm okay. Are you sure you okay? You were shivering." I checked his forehead with the back of my hand to make sure he didn't have fever which I already had checked a dozen times while he was asleep.

He blinked a few times at me with his brows joined in confusion. "Yeah, I'm good but wait, I remember hearing a gunshot."

"Yeah it barely missed me." I glanced at the broken window to my right. That gunshot was for me. I had managed to escape it through sheer luck.

His gaze followed mine and his eyes grew dark when they noticed the spot where the bullet had crashed making a small hole with mismatched cracks around it.

"I'm sorry I lost it for a while I don't know why it happened after all those years." He brushed a hand through his hair sighing in regret.

"It's not your fault. Anyway, we are almost reached our destination. Look!" I decided to distract him before he could go on a guilt trip and gestured for him to look outside.

"Where exactly are we?"

"The next town. Montville." I replied.

"Why?"

"Why? Because I don't know about you but we sure as hell don't want to get roasted with bullets anytime soon. We prefer to live you know." Jayson snapped after he hit the breaks and turned around, fuming.