Escapism

Chapter 8

08 

It's all my fault - PT.2

Adrenaline, scientifically is the hormone secreted by the adrenal gland during moments of stress and nervousness. Adrenaline in our daily lives happen wither we liked it or not, adrenaline is something that we can't control like many other things in our body and feelings we can't control.

Adrenaline can control your body, feelings and emotions, it can cause you do things that you in a normal day wouldn't do either it was by breaking a law or by doing something for a first time due to fear that came within the adrenaline.

The said hormone can't be controlled neither it can be stopped because living life normally causes you adrenaline.

I was feeling it through my whole body, adrenaline was running through my vines within my blood as if it was already a part of me, always a part of me but never really showed up except for the hard situation, like I'm in right now.

My legs was pushing the gas paddle without my control but I knew even if I had the control I wasn't letting go.

I didn't stop or loosen my leg on the gas instead I pushed harder with my hands clenched into fits on the steering wheel griping it from left to right when needed.

I heard loud sirens behind me and a muscular voice talking with a calm yet threatening tone for me to slow the car down and pull aside.

"Why don't you just fuck off" I hissed to myself as if he was listening to me.

I slowed down the car and pulled over beside an Old Italian restaurant that was closed and there was a lot of thrown wooden ladders in-front of it with some spider webs netted between every step of the old ladder.

I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for the officer to come and give me a lecture about why I shouldn't be speeding up with the speeding ticket.

I felt something shadowing my face and heard a tap on the window of the car.

I looked beside me and saw a really familiar figure in-front of me but like usual I couldn't remember.

I was really fed from this feeling. Why I can never remember the faces? Why does some particular people have this feeling on me?

Like Nicolas.

I shook my head slightly to focus on the officer in-front of me who was having a small smirk disguised as a fake smile, if that was even possible.

He was tall, I can tell as he was squatting 'till he was almost sitting on the floor. He had dark blond hair that was cut short on each side of his head and the middle was still short but in a higher level than the sides. His sparkling blue eyes was boring into mine with so much evil.

I narrowed my eyes at him as he was looking at me as if he knew me and wanted to take revenge and kill me if he could.

He cleared his throat, raised his left eyebrow in a threatening way and looked inside the car with his eyes, trying to look for anything suspicious.

He looked at me again and gestured with his right hand for me to get out of the car.

I rolled my eyes and groaned loudly from anger and frustration that was boiling inside of me.

I got out of the car, took a deep breath and closed my eyes to control my hands from grabbing the gun behind my back and shoot him in his head, I would love to kill someone now to let all my anger out.