Wild World

BEWARE

"Here eat this." i say handing Nate a chocolate bar.

"Thank you." he says taking a bit.

"You are a rich man?" I ask.

"Yeah. Cars, money..." he lists but i cut him off.

"So you have a greatly paying job." i ask.

"No. I just lounge around. Its from my parents. Why work when they are rich?" he states.

"So you ain't rich." i say flatly.

"I am." he says very fast.

"The son of a rich man is not a rich boy." i say patting his shoulder.

"Its about cash flow. Only the ones with cash flow have the money." I say.

"But i have lots of money." he states trying to justify himself.

"Sure,but your parents provide it so as to create a good image for themselves." i say

"I don't follow." he states.

"They make you seem rich so people will say 'Jameson's son has a big porsche car, a big house ,a private jet' so it only creates a good image for them." i say looking out the window.

"They don't want you to embarass them. They will hold you a big wedding so that people will say Jameson's son had a big wedding so they get a good image. Not you. No one knows who you are or what you do.You are just like a media that advertices them." i say.

He seems to be deep in thoughts.

"Never depend on someone so much otherwise you end up being like an object to them. Like a table for example, if you have a table, you put food on it, wipe it nicely, paint it, fix its broken parts and with that comes the advantage of breaking it if you want, make it all dirty,sell it." i say

"Just like you, you gave your father the advantage to do whatever he wants with you. To treat you like his toy."

He seems deep in thought.

"Hey, don't zone out on me. We have a long journey so talk to me or else i will die due to silence. How i miss Kylie and our talks." i state sitting next to him.

"Pretty close with her." nate asks

"Of course, we have grown up together." i state with a proud smile.

"Lucky you. I had no one to ever talk to growing up except for my body guards." he says looking at me.

He has brown eyes and long eye lashes for a guy.

"Come on, stop the sad talk. Here, lets watch some of my vines. You will love Lele Pons and King Batch." i say going to my videos.

****

Its been about an hour of laughter and by now am bored since i had watched the vines more than once before.

"Here," i say giving him my phone and  sitting back on my bed.

"So, any siblings?" i ask.

"Yah, two." he states.

"And..." i state.

"And?" he asks.

"when some one asks you such a question i expect you to tell me more about them not just the number." i say.

"oh, there is Darius who is the eldest son. Moved to Chicago right after high school and now has his own hospitality company. There is  Susan who is currently in Africa, Kenya. She is more of a wildlife person. And she says Kenya's wild life is one of a kind." he finishes.

"See ya life. They all moved away from trouble and you choose to be the rich man's boy to be toyed around." i blart out.

He looks broken

"sorry sorry , didn't mean to." i say hurieddly.

"Such an emotional guy." i whisper.

"What." oh God he heard me.

" I said...search and passionately buy ..." i say lying down.

Soon enogh we are one hour from Ukraine.

There is a knock on the door.

Nate stands to open the door.

I quickly push him aside.

"You are on thin ice." i glare at him.

I peep through the tiny hole on the door.
The two guys outside have earpieces.
They must be here to get Nate

Luckily the door is closed.

I know for sure they will break the door if i don't open up.

This train is old. One kick and the door will be down.

"How did they even find us?" i ask searching the room.

There is a square opening to the room but tightly closed.

I can't reach that high.

"We can unscrew the window." Nate says  looking at its edges.

"What ain't yours doesn't hurt while breaking it." i say grabbing my phone and bag.

Pulling it is not working.
I start kicking it but seems stronger than i thoght.

"Mind helping ,?me save you !." i state kicking the window rails.

The banging on the door is louder and i kick harder.
Its working and so far so good.
One last kick and the railing is pulled by pressured outside .

"Open the damn door" a guy shouts.

"Go!" And Nate does so.

Am quick to follow.

"I never thought I would die like this." i yell due to the high wind speed.

I say holding onto the train.

Soon enough there are gun shots.

"Come on, jump to my count" i shout at Nate.

"Ok."

"one!" i shout and jump.

The landing is rough and painfull.
I have dust all over.

Am flat on the ground. I look around but there is no sign of Nate.

I scrunch up to my knees and my hand has bruises all over.

"Nate!" i shout walking to where the train is headed to.

"Nate." there is no answer.

There is five minutes of silence and no sign og Nate.

"Great, just great. Now where am i supposed to get to Kylie." am scrutching my head so hard.

I take a sit on the railway line.

"Really?" i hear Nate's voice.

I am quick to stand and next thing you know, am hugging him.

What am I doing?
I mentally question my deed and retrieve my hands.

"Why didn't you jump to my count?" i ask.

"When you say to my count ,next time, start from three or five. Not one." he says sitting down.

"ooo" i nod in agreement.

"Now we are stranded in the middle of no where." i say joining him.

"From here to the border is 3 kilometers through the woods." he says.

"Then lets go. I need to be sistered right now." i say getting up.

He gives a weird look before he is on his feet.