Running With The Gang Leader

Two

"Where. The. Fuck. Are. We?" Zamon growled. Obviously, I had no clue either, but that didn't stop him from asking. Idiot.

We had just re-emerged from the lovely sewage system, and had realized straight away, that it was dark. Not just night time dark, as in, full fledged darkness. I legitimately could not see a thing. It was quiet too. Unsettlingly so.

My heart was beating faster then a kid who had robbed a candy store. Although, the confort of M&M's sounded nice right now.

I heard a noise and jumped. It sounded like scuttling feet. I breathed deeply and internally growled at myself. My overactive brain was playing tricks on me.

"Pass the lighter." I whispered to Zamon. The little zippo was nearly at its end, and only had a tiny amount of gas left in it. My hand wrapped around Zamons to get the lighter, and I let go a second later.

The lighter took a few tries to actually get a flame going, and once I did, my entire soul left my body. I'm not even joking.

I looked up from the lighter, and straight into the eyes of something else. Obviously, my brain didn't comprehend the fact it was a man. My mouth opened, and I screamed so loud it echoed back on itself at least 3 times. It didn't matter anyway, I only stuck around long enough to hear the start of Zamon's own scream, but by then, I was gone.

I ran. I couldn't see anything at all, but that didn't stop me. Desperation clung to me, and I kept running until I shoulder barged a fucking wall, which sent me off kilter and spinning onto the floor, but I got back up and kept sprinting. I finally found a source of light, which turned out to be a row of windows that started from the high ceiling and stopped about halfway down the wall. I noticed the large door, and yanked on the handle, but it didn't open.

Adrenaline forced me to keep moving, and I spun in a wide circle. The light from the windows only reached about halfway into the room, where I noticed shadows moving and watching.

I turned back to the windows and ran. I noticed a tall stack of what looked like pallets, and nearly fucking dived on top of them. The window was only about a head up from me. I heard pounding footsteps, and basically threw myself out the window.

Glass landing on the concrete that broke my fall, and effectively knocked the wind out of me.

A second later the door which I hadn't been able to open, nearly flew off its hinges, and I watched as Zamon stumbled out, and quickly slammed the door shut. As he leant against it, he spotted me. He ran over, and helped me up.

"What the actual fuck? Fuck me. You scared me to death. You just started screaming for no fucking reason, and I turn and see some guy standing there! And you just fucking ran! You bitch! You just left me in..." He stopped talking as I basically threw myself at him. My arms were wrapped around his neck. He quickly returned the hug.

As the adrenaline slowly dissipated, I slumped against him. And a second later. I was crying. I was full blown sobbing into his shoulder, but he didn't ask me any questions, just rubbed his hand up and down my back. After a few minutes, I stopped, but I didn't let go.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this." I whispered against his neck, and immediately pulled back slightly from the intimate feeling.

It was a few more minutes until he replied."What do you mean?"

I sighed, and stepped out of his arms.

"I just... I don't know. All of this is getting to me. The constant running, and fear. And the betrayal. I still haven't gotten over the fact that you and everyone I love, lied to me." His eyes widened at my words, causing me to frown.

"Did...did you just say that you love me?" I stupidly blinked at him, then realise what I said. You and everyone I love.

"Zamon. I will admit that I have some feelings for you, but I love Hunter, and that's not changing any time soon." I can't help but think about what Sebastian said. As if reading my thought, Zamon steps closer.

"What's wrong?" I looked away from him, and sighed.

"Just something Sebastian said. About Kyle. Did you end up watching the cctv from that night?" At his nod, I continued, "Did Sebastian actually kill Kyle."

He stared at me without blinking, before stupidly asking, "What?"

"I said, Did-" his laugh cut me off.

"Rebecca, he did. The cctv was too distorted to actually see him do it, but he did, I have no doubt."

His answer didn't help calm my thoughts. I felt shit considering I was actually doubting Hunter, but I couldn't help it. People lie, a lot. I've experienced that first hand.

"Don't worry about it. Right now, we have to figure out what the fuck we're gonna do. All our money was in that car, and there's no way we're going back for it. I've got about a hundred on me, so we'll go and ask someone where we are, and then go from there." He rested his hands on my shoulder, then started walking.

"Okay, but why the fuck was there a sewage outlet in the middle of a warehouse?"