When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Fifteen

ALLY'S POINT OF VIEW*

*Ally's Point of View*

Oh shit.

"Sorry!" I yell as I run through the mobs of people in my way. Can they not take the hint and dodge me before I smack into them? I'm freaking unstoppable.

I glance behind me to see some Brazilian gangster tracking me. Trevor isn't in sight. What happened? Is he hurt?

No time to be worrying about Trevor.

Time to worry about me.

I run to the escalator, skipping down two at a time, my ankles threatening to snap as I manage to make it to the bottom.

"Someone stop her!" The Brazilian yells from the middle of the escalator. I look back at him, narrowing my eyes. Trevor still isn't in sight.

I take off, knowing I needed to meet up with Trevor. I have to get to his truck. But would he know to go there? What the hell do I do?

I must find him. Try to lose this gangster and meet up with him.

I make a wide loop around the people on the main floor of the stadium, the Brazilian dude still managing to stay on my trail. I race back up the escalator, still keeping distance between the stalker and me. Why is he chasing me? Does he work for the Company too?

Just run.

"Watch out!" I yell as I run into people. I receive several dirty looks from disapproving mothers and annoyed teenagers, but I don't care.

"Stop running, young lady!" A security guard barks at me.

I guess flipping him off wasn't the best thing to do.

"Ally! Ally!"

Trevor?

"Trevor?!" I yell, stopping to catch my breath against a hot dog stand. The Brazilian guy runs past me, looking around furiously. He stops, looking around. He knew I was hiding.

I drop to my knees and hide behind the hotdog stand, my bar legs scraping against the concrete.

"Miss, you cannot be behind the counter." A young, acne-troubled hot dog boy tells me.

"Give me a second," I whisper, peeking around the stand to search the crowd. I catch sight of Trevor, who looks beyond worried as he scans over the crowd frantically. He was a good foot taller then most people, with the exception of a few men, and he stood only a few feet away. But I'm scared to call his name, just in case the Brazilian dude was around.

"Miss, I'm going to have to call security if you don't leave." Threatens the hot dog worker. Taking a deep breath, I push myself to my feet.

"I'll leave, calm yourself," I mutter to him. I fight through the crowd to Trevor, who looks like he's about to have a heart attack. The Brazilian man is no where in sight.

"Trevor," I whisper, sneaking up behind him. He turns, and a look of relief washes over his expression.

"Ally," he breaths, sucking in a long breath. "Are you okay?"

"Oh my God! Your face!" I exclaim, ignoring him. His eye has a black ring around it, and even looking up at him, I can see that several of his red blood vessels have popped.

"Am I that hideous?" He asks sarcastically.

"I mean your eye, idiot," I give him a look, which he returns with a painful glare.

"Is it bad?" He asks.

"Um, you'd give children nightmares." I confirm. "What happened?"

"Jacob punched me. I'm assuming you lost him?"