Code Master

Our Escape

I stood on the sidewalk facing my house awestruck motionless. The house had been a dark shade of blue with white trim and pillars, three stories, and nothing short of a dream house... but now, it's red. Wrapped in flames of disperse, twisting through every window and door, marring the beauty of what once was. I had grown up there, my dreams were made and destroyed there, my life was destroyed there, but worst of all, my mother died there. I hated her, I hated her with a burning passion, but she deserved much worse than the gratitude she was given by escaping through death. Her punishment needed to be slow and painful, nothing this quick and simple. She needed to feel the agony, and torture she put me through. She needed to feel what I felt for so many years.

Me on the other hand, I'm still in danger. They still have tall men in black suits with ear pieces and sunglasses coming after me. Which now that I think about it, our government is very stereotypical. But none the less, I was the wanted one, not my mother. I'm the one that needed to die; she was just a place holder, an obstacle interfering with arriving at the final destination. I'm the final destination. I'm the one holding the information. My simple presence was a threat to national security... and I intend to keep it that way. Discarding my mother will have no impact on me, well... yes. Yes it will, but not the impact they want or expect.

A sudden jerk of my arm from Colton pulled me back to the blissful reality. I could be caught if I remained standing here dumbfounded. They were still around and closer than I was comfortable with. My gazes left, right, up, and down quickened. The anxiety slowly started to set in. I felt the pulse of adrenaline make its way through my body as I slowly picked out big, buff, manly body silhouettes dotting the yard.

I started stumbling backwards tripping over my own feet as Colton pulled me away from the sidewalk towards the road. Turning to look at Colton, I see a glimpse of a human like shadow standing in the bushes no more than twenty feet from me. The bush rustled with movement as a shiny black shoe emerged from its base quickly starting to make its way in my direction.

"C....C...Colton", I raised my hand to point in the man's direction. My arm felt like it weighed fifty pounds, and my arm was shaking so strongly I'm surprised that his eyes were able to follow it in the direction of my point.

"Shut up and get in the car Brooklyn." This tone almost scared me. It was authoritative, yet protective. Demanding yet conscientious. Leading yet deceiving. Which car did he want me get into anyways? There were multiple parked in the street. Some were running and others had doors open. How am I supposed to make a smart on spot decision like this.

With one clumsy step backward I slammed my back into a car. Well that made my decision ten times easier. Quickly turning and grabbing the handle, I pulled the door open. The man was no more than five feet away from me now. I ducked to get in the car, but was stopped by a tugging on my shirt and a stinging across my throat. He had me. This was it. I was done for. They had me so quickly it wouldn't even have been considered a fight.

Colton grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the car. I felt the stinging in my throat deepen and knew the tall man still had a grip on my shirt collar. Colton grabbed my shirt and ripped it half way up right under the bust line.

"Drive now!" The dark red car abruptly accelerated. I began to get choked by the man still holding my shirt now being dragged by the car. Colton tugged my shirt one more time ripping it completely through the collar, releasing my crushed throat from the so ironic death choke that was quickly strengthening. The man laid on the ground with my favorite purple floral print shirt, ripped in half, in his hand.

I looked back at Colten with a look of shock, rushing to cover myself. When he finally looked back at me his face turned a bright rosy red and his eyes widened. "Umm... here take mine" I reached out to Colton as he reached over his head to grabbed the back of his shirt collar and pulled it over his head. How do guys do that without realizing how amazingly hot they look while doing it? He handed me the shirt and I quickly slipped it on. I felt nothing less than completely exposed and humiliated.

I was extremely embarrassed. Colton and I had dated for almost a year now, but never has he seen me naked, let alone without a shirt. I had barely any bust fill, nothing to be impressed with. I didn't want him to realize how much I didn't have and lose interest. I stared back at Colton mesmerized by his appearance.

His long dark brown hair covered his forehead barely grazing his eyes. It's a good thing too; it would be a shame to cover his eyes. They were hazel with flecks of silver and gold, so unique and wonderful; I could stare at them all day. He was tan, but not overly done, he had that perfect sun kissed glow. He stood 6'5" easily, with a masculine body to make all the ends meet and put a bow on top. He was nothing shy of a dream.

I turned back facing the rear window and gazed back at the house. I watched as we drove away from everything I knew, everything I loved, and everything I lived for. It's all a part of the past, now I can never have back. I felt my face and chest start to blaze red with anger. I looked forward again at the back of the black leather headrest of the passenger seat and stared off into space, hoping to regain my ease. Hoping to maybe wake up from this dream so I could go back to my nightmare of a life.

Editors note: Hey guys, I have a few other chapters for this written already but wasnt sure if the book would even be worth it. Opinions are much appreciated!