Fairy Tale

Chapter 59: The Chase

The truck swerved into the road and then slammed on the brakes, making Minho swerve over into the next lane. He let out a long string of curses, Emily screamed.

"What the actual shuck?"

"It's the same truck! I know it is!" Emily couldn't get her breathing back under control. It was coming in sharp shallow gasps.

"It's okay, Em. It's okay." Minho called over the noise.

She kept trying to let go, and claw at her jacket, or visor, trying to breath. Minho kept trying to grab her hands and make her hold on. He finally just held her hand right to his chest, so he was only driving the bike with one hand. Until she was holding his hoodie so tight her hands were white. Emily couldn't see the truck, but she knew it was the same one. Minho had sped up and was weaving through traffic until he took the exit and back into the city and found a parking lot.

He stopped and got off, ripping his helmet off. Emily was shaking so bad she couldn't do anything. He ripped her visor open and unzipped her jacket, helping her feel less restricted.

"Breath, Baby. Breath. You're okay. We're gonna be okay."

"It's the same truck Minho! It's the same."

"I know." Emily could see how shaken up he was, but he was trying to keep her from spiraling. "I'm going to call dad." Minho pulled his phone out and called his dad, explained the situation. Emily still sat on the back of the bike shaking and breathing heavily, trying to stay president and not spiral out of control and disassociate.

Minho had just hung up and slammed his helmet back on when the same truck pulled into the street. It was going slow like it was trying to spot them in the dark.

"Come on!" Minho cried. Emily's breathing stopped all together. Her blood went to ice in her veins.

"She won't leave me alone! I'll never get rid of her!"

"Emily!" Minho cried, grabbing her helmet making her look. "We're going to get out of this, but I'm going to go faster then I normally do and I need you to trust me and hold on. Okay?"

Emily barely nodded, hardly hearing what he said. Her eyes following the truck which was slowly coming towards them.

"Emily!" Minho barked. Emily's eyes snapped to Minho. "You need to trust me and hold on tight." He paused, looking over his shoulder at the truck. He looked back at her. "Do you understand Em?"

"Yes." She squeaked.

"Good."

Minho got on, Emily held on and Minho sped out of the parking lot. As they passed the truck Emily tried to see the driver, black hoodie, the hood pulled up over a black baseball hat. The truck spun around and speed after them. Minho speed up even more.

They were flying. Minho sped onto the freeway, the truck followed. It was easier for the bike to get between traffic and for a little, Emily thought they had lost it. But the tuck came barling up behind them from the emergency lane, taking the rearview mirror off another vehicle.

Emily's heart was beating so fast her chest hurt. The wind whipped her braids behind her, and was trying to claw at her clothes. She had to slam the visor shut the cold wind made her eyes water and all she could hear was the wind. Her grip on Minho hasn't loosened, she was pressed into him as much as she could, every single muscle was tense and coiled. Minho was bent low over the bike, trying to speed through traffic. His head was spinning back and forth. How he could talk it all in and react so fast was beyond her compression.

There was another close call, he tried to take out their back tire. Minho swerved to the left and over a lane and speed up again.

"I'm calling 911."  Emily cried as Minho swerved around another car sharply.