Broken Wings (SAMPLE)

Chapter Twelve

"Hurry up, will you?! We've wasted enough time!" Shadow yelled, throwing his arms up in exasperation as he paced the room. 

"Just calm down!" Leah called back to him, shaking her head. "It was your idea to wait!"

"We've waited too long!" 

Although it was only Sunday so not much time had passed at all, according to Shadow we had sat by idly for too long and now it was time to do something. He was definitely an impatient person, I realised, though I think I had something to do with that. If I hadn't put the idea in his head that someone was after him and not me, he may not have been so impatient to find out what was going on. He didn't rule out the possibility that it had something to do with me though, he admitted that I had been too much trouble since the second he brought me here and that if I now had a stalker, it wouldn't surprise him. I had to bite my lip because it had annoyed me; I had wanted to remind him why I was in London in the first place but I refrained from saying anything.

"So what's the plan?" I asked, trying to appear calm as I slipped on my converse. All they had told me this morning was that I was going to be used as bait and to be honest, I was absolutely terrified as to what that meant. I had no idea what they were planning or what I would be expected to do. I was half tempted to escape but the thought of Rolan quickly changed my mind. 

Shadow sighed. "Like I've said a thousand times already, you and Leah are to go to Oxford Street, make sure you are in a public place at all times. I will follow at a distance, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone following you both. Now Rolan is gone, he will have to do the dirty work himself or he will hire someone else. Either way, I want answers and I plan to get some."

"Regret killing Rolan yet?" Leah retorted, raising an eyebrow. 

"Shut up and let's just get a move on." 

The journey there was a tense one. Leah and I walked ahead of Shadow but we didn't speak; the atmosphere was too thick with tension that I didn't want to ask any of the questions that were going through my mind. I was nervous but most of all, I was scared. What if all of this did somehow link to my dad? What if he did want me back under his roof so he could finish the job? What if someone chased us down the street just to get to me? 

I had so many more questions that I didn't have answers to and it was that not knowing that put me on edge. That not knowing that had me edging away from anyone who passed by me a little too close. 

I became so frightened of everyone that walked by that I was starting to get strange looks shot my way and that was when Leah grabbed my arm.

"Pull yourself together! Do you want them to know we know?!" She hissed, voice low enough for only me to hear.

"I'm sorry!" I shook my head. "I can't deal with things like this and excuse me for not being able to trust you'd keep me alive."

"You still don't get it, do you?" She asked, releasing her hold on my arm. "If Shadow wanted you dead then you'd already be dead. We're trying to help you, remember? It is your psycho dad that's behind this."

"He wouldn't. I know he wouldn't. He would never risk himself being thrown in jail just to get someone to follow me. I know him, he just wouldn't do it."

"And I bet at one point you never assumed he would hit you and look how that turned out." She snapped.

I was shocked at her words, though I remained silent. She was right, after all. I didn't know my dad. I didn't know what lengths he would go to in order to keep me quiet. If there was anyway he knew I was in London, staying with two people then he would know his secret is in danger of being told. I didn't know what would be going through his head. He could he planning all sorts.