Paralysed By Choices ✔️

Chapter thirty eight: Noah Was Right There With Me.

Epilogue.

Six years later.

Life could throw a lot of bombshells at you when you least expect it. I didn't expect to lose everything in one night, did I? It just happened and there was nothing I could do but to fight it and I did and now running was all I ever seemed to do.

I was out of breath, my face burning with passion and my legs were sore and becoming weaker and weaker but I knew I could do it. I knew my life hadn't been turned upside down for nothing, I knew it was meant to make a difference in the world and to stop everything.

The truth was, you couldn't stop everything from happeneing and I made choices that night to save me and the ones I loved and now, I still made those choices. I chose to run because that was all I've ever known.

The winters breeze hit my hot face and it felt a nice sensation against my skin. My hair didn't fly out of place, I've learnt to get good hair ties and to always tie it up whenever I was running. Hair flying around in the wind wasn't good for my vision. There were people on the sidewalk moving out of the way as I was racing past them, clutching onto my gun because that was all I've ever known too.

I felt safe whenever I had it on me and I would never have to be afraid for anyones life ever again. I cut the thougts away and pushed through the busy streets with the traffic and beeping cars. People were gasping as I raced and I looked behind me to find nobody chasing after me. It was a normal thing to look over my shoulders every once and while, Lock could come up from the grave and take me down with him.

My legs kept moving, my body not giving up even though it was so tired I could collapse right here on the pavement but he was only a few paces in front of me and if I could catch up to him, I would get him for sure. This bastard wasn't getting away with murder and I was going to make sure that he wasn't getting away with it.

I picked up the pace, getting closer and closer and when he turned into an alleyway, I knew that I had him. I slowed down and rounded the corner where he tried to climb the tall fence. I smirked and raced up to him, grabbed his hoodie and pulled him down. He hit the ground with a loud thud and moaned in pain as I aimed my gun at him. "Don't move or I'll be forced to shoot you."

He smirked at me and knocked the gun clean out of my hand and used his legs to trip me up and when I fell to the ground, I hit my head in the process but this guy wasn't getting away with that. I got up before he jumped the fence again and smacked him in the face with my elbow and pulled his hair and slammed his face into my knee. His nose began to bleed and it looked broken. I threw him onto the ground and shook my head in annoyance.

He didn't dare to move, he only stared back at me with a grin that said he killed somebody and he enjoyed it. I picked up my gun and placed it in my side belt and knelt down where I grabbed his two arms and put them behind his back. I swiftly got my handcuffs out and handcuffed them together with a smile plastared all over my pretty face. "Peter Underwood you are under arrest for the murder of Hannah Steinberg. Anything you say or do can be used in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney and if you can't afford an attorney, one will be apointed for you. Do you understand these rights?" I pulled him up and he moaned as I may have tightened the cuffs just a little too much.

Oh, well.

"Fuck you." He growled and I chuckled as a shadow appeared in my view. I nearly pulled out my gun when a person appeared in my view and I sighed with relief.

Her blond hair was tied up in a pony tail like mine and she grinned while looking the suspect up and down. "Nice work, Detective Archer." She nodded at me as I walked the suspect out of the alleyway with my partner, Danny Monroe, beside me.