'Soaring high' book two of the Growing Wings Trilogy

Chapter 14

Chapter 14 Tori

I left the Academy sneaking out a window, as usual considering they doubled the guards at the door.

I noticed they had teachers patrolling the halls as well because I had to hide from a few as I got down to the first floor.

When I finally got outside I pushed my bike out of the lot and mounted it once I was down the road and they couldn't hear the familiar rumble of the engine.

I looked around cautiously knowing that their was a sick bastard, rapist and murderer on the loose and then drove away from school angrily.

I know I told Ambrose and Darrel that I wouldn't leave Lis alone but she's in our room, what could possible go wrong?

I drove around for a few hours, not really sure what I wanted to do but it was calming to have the wind in my face, down my neck, freezing my hands.

It was a familiar feeling that made me feel...relaxed.

Eventually I stopped my bike and killed the engine to see that I had parked across the road from a playground.

My lace-up heels clicked on the pavement loudly but I didn't care, the tears were falling freely now, blurring my vision.

I stopped at the swing and collapsed onto it's black rubber seat. My legs were frozen too given that I was wearing bright blue mini shorts.

I hugged my jumper to me and brought the hand holes over my wrist shoving my fingers under my armpits to stay warm.

Rocking back and forth I cried silently for a while shaking uncontrollably from the the cold and the undeniable hatred I had toward myself.

When the tears finally stopped I hung my head back and watched the stars, my wings getting larger until I wasn't rocking but flying through the air, the wind on my face.

The swing screeched, metal against metal every swing and comforting sound for me in this moment.

I heard the rustling in the bush, the padded footsteps and the loud talking psycho's before I saw them and I skidded to a halt stopping the swing quickly.

I considered making a run for it, heading to my bike but it was at least a hundred yards away and none of these guys were swaying on their feet.

They weren't drunk and I had heels on which meant I couldn't outrun them. They seemed to have no noticed me and I wanted to move, hide in the bushes but the movement would only attract their attention. If they didn't see me, maybe they would leave and I could get to my bike, get back to the dorm.

I noticed one guy had a school blazer on and I recognised the logo. This boy went to Ambrose and Darrel's school.

He's be a delinquent just like them, a bad boy.

I gasped and slapped my hand across my mouth instantly but the boys heard me turning in a full circle until they spotted me.

"Fuck" I whispered as they neared me.

'Remember Tori, anything can be a weapon' I remembered the first time my Grandpa had told me that. They same day he started teaching my how to fight.

I learnt how to shoot guns, hold knives properly, throw knives the correct way, shoot arrows and make my own bow. I learnt to always carry a knife in my pocket and sleep with one under my pillow. I leant how to fight hand to hand combat because my Grandpa taught me to, but he was the only one in the family I liked and when he died eight years ago, I stopped talking to my family. I was 10 when he died.