Corrupted. [Part II: On The Run]

Chapter Four: Getting Chased

CHAPTER FOUR:

  I don't even know how to react, except to knee him in his "private area" and just take off. I start running down the sidewalk as fast as I possibly can to escape. I turn back slightly and see him laying in front of the McDonald's door.

   I don't stop, but just keep running down the sidewalk along the road. A few minutes pass and I've covered quite some distance.

  I see a park sign that points down a side road, so I decide to follow it. I make it to the park playground and see a good handful of people with their children. I go to the swing set that doesn't have any children and sit on a swing.

   I take a moment to just reflect everything that's happened.

  'I would never lie to you or use you like he has' Louis' words echo in my mind over and over like a broken record.

   Zayn was using me?

  Louis must've said that so I wouldn't go back to Zayn, like I usually do… because it just doesn't make sense.  All of a sudden I get a flashback and my stomach becomes nauseous and queasy. 'I need you but that doesn't mean I have to like you.' Zayn did admit it, while he was drunk.

  The words came straight from his mouth and I didn't even know it.

  My heart drops to my stomach, I knew this all along but I tried to deny it so many times.

   I fucking knew it. I knew there was a reason, I had my doubts since day one. I should've known when he left me in the hall with Carlito the night of that party, he was no good… and how quickly everything happened. He knew I liked him and that he could manipulate me to help him.

  I just don't get what he was using me for? My mind tries to piece it together, but my heart aches deeply from pain.

   Tears stream down my face from heart break and severe confusion. I peer through my tear filled eyes and see a blurred man sitting down on the bench a few feet in front of me.

   He stares at me for a few minutes, and then looks down.

  I wipe my face and try to pull myself together. I take a few deep breaths and think about what I'm going to do. I'm obviously done and not going back with the boys, there's no way… but I'm not exactly sure if I want to turn myself in… but I don't know how long I can last being on the run by myself.

  I try to picture myself doing this on my own, but its hard to focus because I feel like I'm being watched. I look up and see the man on the bench squinting at me as he talks on the phone. He looks down at his newspaper and then looks back up at me as he continues to talk.

  I watch him and my body goes into shock when I think I see him mouth my name. I quickly realize that I'm in the paper he's reading and I panic. I've been lucky so far to be over looked or be able to blend in… but my picture is in his hands and I'm right in front of him.

  I try my hardest to compose myself and slowly walk away.

   I make it past a tree when I look back and see that he's following me.

  My heart starts racing and I can feel myself start to sweat and get nervous. Something completely takes over me and I start sprinting as fast as I can. I make it back onto the sidewalk along the road, running as fast as I can to get rid of him.

  I know he can just follow me down the straight road, so I keep running but keep an eye out for the traffic… I'm waiting for it to clear so I can cross.

   All of a sudden it becomes clear and I sprint without a second guess. I almost make it across when a car slams on its brakes in front of me. My heart skips a beat and I freeze from it scaring me. I look over and see that it's Zayn and Louis.