Vengeance

Chapter 3- New York City

"Kayla?" He said once again.

My heart started racing so fast like it was going to rip out of my chest any minute. I could feel the space close in on me. What was he doing? How did he know it was me? How could I have been so dumb I should've just gone back to Detroit and handed myself in, now it's just going to look like I was running away.

"Kayla what are you doing here?"

I ripped my arm out of his grasp and fast paced away from him but I could feel his footsteps pacing up too.

I ran through the crowds of people trying to catch my breath every so often. I could feel my chest tightening, my ribs aching and my legs failing me but I pushed pass the hurdle of people and out of the gates. Nearly falling over my own feet I managed to make my way out of the station. My head was spinning so fast but all that was on my head was that I needed to get away and fast. There was a dark looking alley on my left I ran into the alley, my bag clutched to my chest.

The alley lead to many other long narrow alleys I ran through the alleyway maze until I could no longer force my legs to move an inch more. I leaned against the wall, my chest wearing with pain. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe in and out as calmly as possible telling myself this was it, I'd escaped, no more running, everything was going to be alright, I didn't need to worry my parents would come find me and this would all be over, it was all just a nightmare. But no.

There was a loud thud beside me I opened my eyes startled. Damon was staring down at me, his chocolate brown eyes digging into my soul. In shock I started to inch away from him towards the mouth of the alley. How did he get here so fast? But I had no time to think as I was pushed against the wall his hands on either side of me, my jaw dropped I could feel him panting in my face heavily. I tried to get past him but it was of no use.

"What do you think you're doing eh?" He said looking at me in sheer disbelief. I looked back at him in shock, why was he talking to me like that? As if I'd done something?

"What are you talking about?" I just about uttered trying to hold the emotions in.

"What am I talking about? Are you serious? Dude your parents are dead your house has burnt down into a thousand pieces the cops are out looking for you and you're asking me what I'm talking about?" He yelled whilst slamming his hands on the wall either side of me.

"And you're enjoying yourself in New York." He said with a mock laugh which was filled with disgust.

I didn't know whether I wanted to cry or whether I wanted to bang my head through the wall anymore, or maybe both. Anger, anguish and disgust boiled up inside me. I was indirectly being accused of killing my own parents. How dare he? And enjoying life? Me? From which angle, I looked like a hostage running away from life and everything init.

"How dare you try accuse me of anything? Does it look like I wanted any of this? Does it look like I knew any of this was gonna happen?" I yelled back.

I couldn't hold the tears back anymore my emotions failed me.

"Listen I know you're all emotional right now but my dad is used to dealing with stuff like this you know. Like he can sort this shit-"

"Stop," I cut him off not being able to bare any more of his bullshit. "Stop," I pushed him in the chest trying to move him away from me.

"You don't know anything about me alright? Nothing. I don't need your dads crappy help because I'm no criminal, I've done nothing wrong. I'm just as confused as everyone else. I don't get why you think you people you can judge me. Who are you huh? That jerk from college who used to f**k with everything that looked like a pyramid with legs? Who used to walk around college calling me a nerd and halfwit just because I was actually bothered about academics? Go tell the cops I don't care alright I'm not scared of any of you what more do I have to lose?"