Chasing Freedom (Book 2)

Chapter Six: Leg It! (Skylar)

Chapter Six: Leg It! (SKYLAR)

We take two hasty steps away from them, our backs hitting the wall.

I roll my eyes as I come to the realization that this was my life now. One bad thing after another, that's what it was like now.

It had always been that way though, ever since my mom died fourteen damn years ago; nothing good ever seemed to happen after that day.

"Where do you two think you're going?" one of the men asks, his voice low. He doesn't look too happy.

I wince inwardly, figuring I wouldn't be happy either if an eighteen year old girl threw me into a wall like a rag doll or left me unconscious for God knows how long.    

"Would you believe us if we said Axel was letting us go?" Kyla squeaks.

"Considering the guilty looks on your faces, the untied ropes on the floors, and Axel's missing appearance... I'm going to go with no."

The guy pulls a gun from the waistband of his jeans a second later and points it in our direction. Kyla curses under her breath at the sight of the death-threatening object.

"I don't think Axel would appreciate you two leaving without him knowing. In fact, I think he'd much rather we eliminate you before you become much of a real threat."

Kyla rolls her eyes from beside me with a surprising amount of confidence, "I don't think Axel's quite done with us yet. And I don't think he would be pleased about you two idiots killing his only leverage."

I squint, crossing my fingers behind my back that they don't call our bluff. We may be important to Axel, but we weren't leverage. He didn't need us as much as he claimed he did.

A look of confusion passes over both their faces, before they look at each other with guarded expressions, silently agreeing on the unknown. A wry smile crosses over both the men's faces, causing me to shiver.

"Leave the unhappy Axel to us," the guy says, "we've been dealing with his anger for centuries. I think he would be even more ticked off if we didn't kill you and just let you go instead, don't you think?"

I remain completely silent; knowing nothing we say or do is going to change their minds.

They were going to kill us anyways, I had ticked them off when I knocked them unconscious and besides, killing was nothing more than a sport to them.

A million thoughts run through my mind as I come to the realization that these guys weren't playing around and no amount of confidence we showed was going to change their minds.

But even in the worst of situations, only one thought, only one person seems to grow bigger than the rest.

Derek.

He unlocks the gun, pointing it towards me as the other guy simultaneously does the same to Kyla; their fingers barely hovering over the trigger.

In what I think is the last moments of my life, Derek seems to be the only thing on my mind, the only thing deemed important in such an ironic situation.

Thoughts of how I'm sorry and how I wished I'd done him better and it how would just be easier for him to forget about me clouds my judgement. Kyla's hand shoots out in those moments and clutches mine tightly as we wait for the inevitable.

While this is happening, I realize only too late that we could've done something to stop it. We could've done something to protect ourselves, other than just stand there and wait patiently for what was to come. We could have ducked or tried to escape.