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"Dylan?" I asked staring up at his tall figure. How long had it been? Two months? Three?
He looks different, taller. He looked manlier too. Hi skin was naturally tanned, but it seemed to have gotten darker. Had he been to Italy with his dad? I thought he went with his Mum to Canada? Where did he get those muscles?
"Emily!" He grinned running down the few steps towards me. I noticed he was covered in oil and dirt smudges. I stood up weakly as I was engulfed into a huge hug.
"Finally found you!" He mumbled into my hair. Finally found me? I was about to ask why he had been looking for me when suddenly there was a loud thump overhead.
"Quick, let’s get out of here" Dylan said engulfing my hand in his as we ran up the stairs. He paused at the door looking both ways before running to the left. We ran down a flight of steps stopping halfway when we heard footsteps. Dylan turned quickly hauling me back up the stairs and round the corner. We ran down some spiral steps pausing behind a door. I bent over, out of breath.
"Why are we running?!" I asked breathlessly. Dylan’s eyes widened as we heard a chair scrape. He grabbed my hand and we began running again sprinting through a dingy kitchen. I accidently crashed into a counter dropping apples on the floor.
"Guys, This way!" I heard a deep voice call. I glanced back to see 3 guys chasing us, two of them carrying handguns. Dylan glanced back too.
"Emily, don’t stop!" Dylan yelled, bursting through a door. We sprinted across the garden and up to a high gate
"Come on Climb me" Dylan ordered crouching slightly
"No I-"
"EMILY THERES NO TIME!" he yelled. I quickly climbed onto his back and over the fence, landing with a thud on the other side. Dylan somehow climbed the gate and jumped down beside me. He took my hand again, pulling me off towards a shiny car. He opened the door for me letting me slip in before climbing in on the other side. We sat in silence for a second.
"Dylan..." I questioned not looking at him. Suddenly we heard shouting and a deafening noise as bullets hit the side of the car. Dylan started up the car and sped off, not even glancing behind.
***Trent’s P.O.V***
I pulled up at the studio and turned off the ignition. Emily should be done by now right?
I climbed out the car and up t the doors, stepping in and glancing around. She wasn’t in the lobby, so I walked up to the receptionist desk where Stacy was seated.
"Hi, Can I know what room Emily-May Francis is in?" I asked politely. She looked up from her magazine and raked here eyes all over my body, making me squirm slightly.
"Oh, Hey Trent" She purred resting her chin on her hand.
"Hi...Can I have the room number then?" I asked scratching the back of my neck. She leaned back, crossing one leg over the other.
"It’s going to cost you" She smirked. I sighed and pulled out my wallet
"How much?" I asked. She shook her head
YOU ARE READING
I REFUSE To Give Up
Teen FictionEmily-May Francis is ready to rock! With a new face appearing with a tempting record deal for her and Trent, Can she trust him? Or should she stick to what she knows?
