The Perfect World

2

Or so they thought. Thinking they completed the job, they left as I lay in antagonizing pain. My vision was blurring, and I thought I was going to die. But strangly I didn't. I felt my body being dragged. I thought they were just going to dump it. But instead. He saved me. He truly cared about the people. He removed the bullets, and cleaned the wounds. Then he patched them up as good as he can.

"Shush, don't move. You're safe."

I tried to talk which was a lot more difficult than I expected.

"W..who a...are you?" I finally managed to get out.

"The names Zak." He was a little taller than me, with piercing blue eyes. And dark brown hair. Dirt and grime covered his face.

He made me drink water, and take it easy. When the other gaurds came to switch the job, he'd decline. Saying that he had nothing better to do.

I mostly slept. Time got fuzzy. I wasn't sure what day it was or anything, but after a while in the dark, I finally healed enough to go to my previous plans.

I didn't know if I could trust him. I mean, after all, he's working for them... but he saved me. I decided to give it some time before I told him everything.

He looked over at me, a glint in his eyes, and a smerk upon his lips, "so... what was the plan?"

I thought for a moment. Sitting in silence.

"Come one I saved your life, the least you could do is trust me."

I bit my lip. I need to be careful of how much I tell him, I reminded myself. "Honestly..." I stopped and meet his eyes. "Revenge."

"I know what you mean. You see my dad... he's not really a forgiving type... so you want to stay under the radar with him."

"Wait... are you saying that..."

"The man you tried to take out, yeah, he's my father."

I was stunned. "You said he's not the forgiving type. Did you do something to make him mad?"

"Yeah, actually, he saw that my nails were painted hot pink. I did it for breast cancer awareness. He got mad and tried to 'beat the gay outta me'. But you wanna know why I painted my nails. The real reason? My mom died of breast cancer. I don't know but..."

"It helps you feel close to her?" He looked at me. "I know what you mean. I keep a journal. Writing in it makes me feel closer to my dad."

"Can I tell you something." He looked nervous, but I could tell he needed to get something off of his chest.

"Yea. Of course." I don't know when I stopped trying to be polite, and actually started caring. Don't get me wrong. I knew nothing was going to happen between us. But I knew we'd be really good friends.

"I know how to escape, and I've been planning on it for a while. I want to take some people with me."

"Can I tell you something. My best friend was murdered because we were close to figuring out how to escape. I'm coming with you."

"Okay... here's the plan...

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Word count: 540

I know I was mean and left a cliff hanger. Honestly I wanted to wrap up this chapter... I have plans for part three.