The Player's Weakness | ongoing

TPW// chapter nine

TO SAY I WAS PANICKED would be an understatement. I was petrified. Like actually shitting myself. Okay, maybe not actually.

"Let's get out of here before-," Blake tried to say, clearly aware of my ever growing terror.

"It's the police. RUN!" I heard a voice bellow, triggering what looked like hundreds of people to come streaming out of the door. This must have been what Blake had been trying to avoid.

Ok, running is not one of my very few talents, like at all.

Everything was in chaos. People fell and were trampled on by the stampede of drunken teenagers, hectically attempting to evacuate the area. The sirens were only a road over and would be upon us within a few minutes.

"Come on. Let's go," Blake demanded, grabbing my hand surprisingly gently and we ran for our lives. I thanked my past self for refusing to wear the ridiculously high heels Emily had been adamant on me wearing. Every now and then I almost toppled, but Blake's firm grip protected me from being left behind.

I did not fail to notice how perfectly his hand and mine fitted. Dangerous territory.

It vaguely reminded me of that Sherlock scene. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips at this thought.

We ran for what felt like miles. I don't know if that was accurate or if it was the adrenaline pumping through my veins that messed with my concept of distance.

The road beneath our feet felt solid and uneven as we, well I, breathed unattractively heavily. I say I because Blake hadn't even broken a sweat.The streets were quite barren, devoid of people since a good 10 minutes back. Most people had separated from the little groups, an 'everybody for themselves' sort of message silently spreading through the escapees.

Very little light illuminated the pathway, meaning it was difficult for me to not run into a lamp post or something. But, oh-so-perfect Blake seemed to also have night vision amongst everything else, he kept his running fluent and didn't seem to worry about obstacles.

Whether it was 15 minutes or 30, I was infinitely gratified to see Blake's sleek Porsche stationed beneath the warm glow of a lamp light. I praised Blake for parking in an area that, although quite a distance, was scarcely surrounded- which meant we could get out of here fast.

The sirens still wailed, but seemed considerably further away. Hopefully no one would try and drive whilst intoxicated. I also realised I hadn't found Emily and she would likely be fretting. She would never forgive me if she was caught because she was trying to find me.

Emily missed call(3)
Jay's giving me a lift back. R u okay??- Em
I felt myself subconsciously untense once I knew she was safe.
Yeah, I'm fine. Blake'll take me back to yours- Ash.

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Blake seemed intent whilst driving, swerving past particularly slow cars and narrowly dodging out of place bins, their contents scattered across the road. Foxes or some other nocturnal animal would probably be the cause of that or some last resort escape plan from a desperate senior.

Houses near the street that had held the party now had curtains slightly open and I spotted many heads poking out, probably seeing what the commotion was about.