Barely Lethal

two.

What's worse, dying when you want to live or living when you want to die?

I know for sure that my dad wouldn't miss me. In fact, he would be relieved that I'll be out of his hair. Thea and Farah will notice my absence and I feel they will miss me. The thought itself makes me happy.

Then, my mind wondered about the possible ways that this man could kill me. Would me chop me into small pieces and dump it into the ocean? Or will he shoot me and hang me in his secret room with his other targets?

I shivered thinking about.

As I was lost in thought, he cocked his head to the side slightly and his eyes scanned me over in confusion and curiosity.

"My name is Zach," he said, his smirk growing wider on his face, "And you, sugar have just been recruited."

I didn't exactly know what he meant by 'recruited' but I sure didn't want to stick around and find out.

I turned my heel and took off running, trying to lose this psychopath behind me. I heard him snicker slightly before he began running after me.

I could hear him gaining behind me and with as much as strength I could muster, I pushed my legs to make me run faster, swinging my arms to give an extra push. The hoodie I was wearing was falling a little bit over my shoulder and I didn't waster any time pulling it back up.

I just concentrated on running as fast as I could. It was times like these that I wished I was better at athletics or even a bit fit.

I swear to god, if I made it out alive, I'm definitely joining the gym.

In a moment, he had caught up with me and tackled me to the ground. Landing, I could feel the leggings rip from the pavement. I didn't feel the pain from my scraping knees as I was trying really hard to crawl away from him.

He was too strong, and suddenly, he turned me around which made me lie on my back and he was on top of me. He was trying to hold down my fleeting arms which were thrashing uncontrollably.

"Get the fuck off me!" I screamed. He finally managed to get a hold of my wrist and pinned them down over my head. Even if he does end up killing me, I might as well keep up a good fight.

"Calm down sugar, I'm not going to hurt you!" he almost yelled while trying to restrain my body as I kept on trying to escape him.

That's what they all say.

"I'm going to get raped!" I screamed, trying to get the attention of anyone around. Sadly, the streets were empty and it seems I have the worst luck ever.

He let out strained laugh, "I'm not going to rape you. Just stop struggling!"

I stopped thrashing under him and by judging the expression on his face, he was surprised.

He smiled triumphantly, "See, that wasn't so hard was-"

He couldn't finish his sentence because I took advantage of his distraction, I raised my leg up and kicked him in the balls with all the force left in my body. His face scrunched up in agony, his face turning purple a little from the pain.

I quickly pushed him off me and got up on my feet, sprinting away from him.

I spotted my house and I almost burst into cheers as I was only mere minutes away from my doorstep and being able to escape the creepy psychopath that recruited me.

I still wasn't sure what he meant by that. What the hell does mean by 'recruited'? Was he trying to make me join a cult where I had to sacrifice myself?