The Rarest One

Just Close Your Eyes Part 8

He was still on the phone.  He hadn't hung up.  "Scott, he's following me."

"I know, where are you?" Scott's deep voice filled my ear.

"I'm upstairs," I couldn't hear anything over the pounding of my heart.

" Okay, is there a window?" he asked, and I heard Adrian's voice in the background.

"Yea, but,"I swallowed, "but it's on the second floor."

"Listen, just climb out. I'll come get you," his voice rumbled.

He didn't hang up and I wasn't about to, so I tucked my phone into my back pocket as I slid the window open, and below was a small balcony that covered the trash dumpsters.  It was located at the back part of the gas station, where all the semis stopped to sleep, and there where a lot lined up.  I climbed out, pulse racing and adrenaline high, as I hugged the window sill.   I pulled out my phone, "Where are you?"

The roar of an engine from the dual exhaust sounded as an answer; he raced around the corner, and skidded to a stop.  He stepped out, and motioned to me, "Come on, you have to jump."

"I can't, I'm afraid of heights," my voice wavered.

"It's not high, come on," he gestured.

"No, I'm afraid of heights," tears filled my eyes in frustration, "Scott, I don't know what to do."

"Trust me, just sit down, sit down on the edge," he pointed.

I shakily sat on the edge.

"Good, now close your eyes and count to three," he started counting, "one, two- oh," He humphed when I jumped without a warning, but he caught me, and he was like a solid block, never moved, or stumbled to the side.  

"Sorry, I jumped the gun," I breathlessly stared into his eyes.  

He lowered me,"That's okay, but can we get out of here?"

I ran for the driver's side and he leaped in the passenger side.  He had barely got in when I raced out of the gas station, shifting like crazy.   I got on the main road.  The cop was right behind us, but no more units came.  I ran a stop light, getting horns and flashed lights in my wake.

"We have to lose him," Scott looked behind us.

"Don't worry, I'll lose him," I readjusted my grip on the wheel.

"Why do I not like that look? Oh wait, because when you get that look we get into serious trouble.  I swear, you are worse than Adrian," Scott's eyes went wide when he looked back at the road.  "Bus!  You do see the bus right?!" 

"What?" I hid my grin. 

"Bus! The Bus!" Scott slammed his hands down on the dash.  They yelled and screamed at me to move out of the way in fear of the bus in front of us and the cop behind us.  I yanked up the emergency brake and made a hard right on a side road that leads to the highway.  The cop wasn't as lucky, and got in the way of the commercial bus.  It hit on his side and sent him rolling, but not very far because the bus wasn't going that fast anyway.  

I whooped, and shifted my way onto the interstate ready to get on our way to California.  They began to whoop, yell, and talk excitingly. But they didn't last long, falling asleep a couple hours later.  I glanced over at Scott, his head resting on his elbow, dark hair spiked at the front from running his hands through it, and his leather jacket covering his broad shoulders, and a tiny smile escaped my lips. Another six hours looped around and my eyes began to droop.