Dollface

Part 5

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Simon is laying on the bed, typing on his phone while I stand next to him, running my hands through my hair.

I: What are you doing?

I say, sitting cross-legged on the bed only to be completely ignored by him. I stare at the screen, wondering how the hell he's getting a signal in this place.

S: Your dad is apparently in Italy right now-

I interrupt him when I see that not only is his location on, but his Bluetooth and GPS are on too.

I: Hey, are those supposed to be on?

I point at them with a confused face. He pauses for a while, I'm surprised he didn't yell at me for cutting him off. I lean over his shoulder and practically breathe down his neck. We were both too caught up in thinking about anything that talks about personal space. Then he takes a sharp breath and turns all three off.

S: There. Smart of you to notice, anyone could have easily tracked us through my phone.

I bow my head with a proud smile. Simon turns off the phone and puts it in his back pocket as he stands up.

S: We should probably go now.
I: What? We still have about two hours, though?

I frown.

I: Aren't you sleeping?

I know I'm asking way too many questions, but I can't help but get curious.

S: I can't sleep knowing we're being followed. I can't take my eyes off you or our surroundings at any second.

He explains, crossing his arms over his chest, really highlighting how big his biceps were. I furrow my eyebrows, worried about his lack of sleep. He says he has to protect me, but to do that he needs to focus and stay concentrated, that won't work if he doesn't sleep.

I: I still think you should sleep at least until we're ready to leave.

I say, throwing out my opinion, knowing he'll probably reject it no matter what I say.

S: I drank a couple of Redbulls from the machine earlier, I'm fine Isa, why? Didn't you get enough sleep?

He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

I: Yes, thank you for your request.

He clenches his jaw, which makes my eyes flutter to my hands.

S: Don't, you're easily offended and way too sensitive. I hate sensitive people.
I: Yeah, you have no emotions at all! If I call you an asshole, you'll probably agree instead of being offended. Why would you care if I'm sensitive anyway? Your job is to protect me, not talk to me about how easily offended I am.

He runs his tongue over his front teeth in annoyance.

S: Huh? That's interesting because you're the one who never stops talking, are we switching persons here or something?

He scoffs, making me feel stupid.

I: I don't like you, and you've made it pretty clear that you don't like me either, so how am I supposed to trust you if you're always rude to me?!!!
S: Shut up!

He growls aggressively through his teeth, fear showing in my eyes as he stares at me. Then he sighs and looks at the carpet.

S: I don't like you at all. Your father ordered me to stay away from you emotionally. So just shut up and go to sleep.

I huff, fall onto my back and turn away from him angrily.

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When I woke up, Simon was passed out on the couch, I look at his phone at the foot of the bed and see that it was 6:09pm, just a few minutes later than planned but I figured it was no big deal. Simon had to be completely drained anyway, he had to be sleeping.

I force myself to hold myself up as I examine the room and check to see if any of our things are lying around just like I did, I hear the faint sound of screaming which doesn't worry me too much but then I hear a gun go off and I jump to my feet.

Simon still hadn't woken up so I sprint over to him and shake his shoulders.

I: Simon! Simon, please!

His eyes flash and look straight into my worried face.

S: What?

He grumbled.

I: They're here, I heard screaming and a bullet. Simon, they're here.

I say panicked.

S: Damn! Shit!

He shot to his feet and grabbed his phone and gun from the nightstand.

S: Alright.

He sighed calmly and used his large hand to grab mine.

S: Don't cry, don't panic, don't let the fear distract you. It will only make it worse. You have to work with me and we'll get out of here safely.

I stare into his dark brown eyes and let out a shaky breath.

S: You can trust me, I gave you my word, now let's go.

Simon rushes to the window and climbs out, luckily it wasn't a problem since we were on the first floor. He then helps me by lifting me up bridal style and setting me down next to him before we start sprinting.

My thighs burned from running, exhaustion catching up with my bones and making it hard to keep up. Simon was ahead of me, though my voice called after him because of my rapid breathing.

I shrieked as I tripped over my own feet and fell to the ground, there was no drastic pain just a slight stretch from my right ankle being bent into an odd position. Simon hears me and sprints back to me.

S: Come on, get up.

He commanded breathlessly, if it wasn't for his rapid breathing he'd probably be yelling at me right now. I feel him grab my wrist and pull me to my feet but I wince in pain.

S: Can you run?

I bite my lip and try to distract myself from the small sharpness in my foot as I slowly nod.

We run around the motel to the car and as I run I look out the window where the man would have been but I see a splatter of blood, probably from a gunshot to the head, two people are now dead because of me.

Everything happened so fast as we got in the car and before I knew it, Simon was driving out of the parking lot. Out of nowhere another bullet is fired, this time at the back window of the car, slightly shattering it.

Then I see the same three guys in ski masks jumping into a white van and running after us with wide eyes, I turn around and see that Simon didn't have his hands on the steering wheel.

I: What are you doing?!

I yelled. He stays silent, pushes his chair further back and takes both feet off the pedals.

S: Auto-pilot.

I quickly look behind us for the van, but at the distance we were, it would be difficult for them to catch up. Simon rummaged around in the back for something while I kept my eyes on the road.

S: Are they close?
I: No!

I shake my head and shout over the wind as Simon pulls the window down.

S: Good. That should buy us some time!

He replies, headfirst out the window. My jaw dropped open as half of his body was out the window too.

I: Time for what?!

I watched in horror as he placed a flat object on the hood of the car, a sigh of relief escaping my mouth as he pulled himself back in.

I: Wtf is that?

He rolls the window back up, leans back in his seat and reaches for the steering wheel.

S: A grenade.