Yesterday's You |18+|

Chapter 2

I felt my feet ablaze as I ran myself hard by wearing high heels. I distanced myself as far as I could but I still could hear the echoed sounds of people screaming and yelling 'Don't run!' 'Katie'. It's been a few minutes since I escaped. When I saw a huge accumulation of trash, I hid behind them. I held my breath so they couldn't hear me.

And then, footsteps approached. I closed my eyes, bit my lower lips so I didn't make a sound. As the shadow approaching, I was getting even scared. How the heck I could save myself?

"Gotcha!" One of the big tattoed guys found me and I quickly stood up and kicked his ball before running away. He couldn't bear the pain so he fell. Luckily, he found me when he was alone. "She's here!" He yelled in agony. I ran away and when I was at the conjunction of the street, I saw the exact group of the gang. Shit!

When I stepped forward to go straight, a car stopped me. The driver opened his window. It's Chris! "Come in!" He said. Well, I didn't have much choice so I entered his car and he drove as fast as lightning so they lost the trace of me.

I couldn't stop thinking about what's going to happen with my life after this? How I'm supposed to live? I looked out the window and biting my fingernails. Not really biting but mimicking the biting. I was worried, paranoid about everything.

"Take a sip. Life must be hitting you hard, huh?" Chris said as he offered me a bottle of water. I didn't even bother to look at him. I took a deep breath, covered my face with my palms and wiped all the sweats and tears. I ignored his statement. Realizing that he had been ignored, he continued asking, "Where did you live, Katie?"

I was surprised. "How?" I looked at his face at the same time, I pretended not to be so surprised about his knowledge of me.

"We were at the same school," he glanced at me.

"We were?" I asked but my voice came out slow. "Yeah, of course, we were," God damn it. Of course, I was seen as a bad girl after this.

"No worries. I said we were. Not we are," he clarified. At first, it's hard to decipher but then I realized, of course, we used to be in the same school but I didn't really know him maybe because our school was just as little as thousands of pupils to make us know every each of them throughout the years. I just smirked. "So, where do you live?"

"Just drop me off at Federal Street, 010," I replied. And then, the bizarre awkwardness surrounded us. No on initiating the conversation but I felt relief he didn't say anything because I couldn't even speak a word at this moment.

His eyes were on the road while he glanced a few time on the dashboard to look at the maps. A few minutes later, we arrived at the front of my house.

"Thanks," I exclaimed. My hand started to loosen the seatbelt so I could exit the car. As I wanted to step out of the car, I stopped and turned to look at him. "Let this thing stay between us and,"

"And?"

"Please tell Carter, I resigned," I sighed and stepped out of the car. I didn't turn back until I reached the door. I glanced at my shoulder, I could see his car was still there. Whatever, I'm going in anyway.

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It was eight in the morning, I had prepared three layers of pancakes for my aunt and one layer of pancake for me. I didn't feel like eating anyway.

I lived with my aunt since I was 13 after my parent passed away due to a car accident. She's been taking care of me at least for 4 years now although she used to drank pots and smoked. I could consider myself as an independent person because I didn't rely on her, really. I used to work as a waitress, cashier and courtesan which only for one day just to pay all the bills of my school. My aunt was released from rehab two years ago and she's now recovering from her bad habit.