Resisting Love (#1)

The Chase

I woke up late. I was supposed to do my chores. I was an hour late and no one had even bothered to wake me. Which was strange, because usually they would have come in and yelled at me. I jumped up and threw some jeans and a tee shirt on. I wasn't even going to bother with a shower. I slid my feet into my converse and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail before opening my door and walking out. 

       It was oddly quiet and I had no idea what was happening. I just knew that something wasn't right. Before I reached the staircase, Damian was there. He had a slightly panicked look on his face but I had no idea what was going on. 

       "Damian? What's go-" he cut me off with his rushed and barely audible words. 

       "Change of plans princesa. We need to leave now. Hurry and get your bags, I've got the car in front." 

        His anxious manner set off tiny alarm bells in my head and I was trying to ignore them. If I started freaking out, I wouldn't really stop. He let out an exasperated sigh and pushed past me before grabbing two of my suitcases with ease and pulling them downstairs. 

        "Damian! What the hell is going on?" I demanded answers. I wanted to know why we had to leave so quickly. He didn't even turn back to look at me when he answered from the staircase. 

        "I'll explain in the car just finish getting your stuff," he ordered. I nodded once, even though he couldn't see me and hurried into my room. I threw Mac and the rest of my belongings into the open duffel bag I had set aside before throwing the bag over my shoulder and hurrying downstairs. 

        I didn't even worry about getting caught. It didn't matter anyways because it seemed that the house was vacant. There was no one in sight but I had no time to ask questions, apparently. I was going on pure, blind adrenaline at that moment, because I had no idea what was going on, and Damian made it seem like our lives were in danger. Or maybe that was just my imagination going crazy again. 

       There was a black Audi waiting in front with Damian standing by the open trunk. I hurried to him and he took the duffel bag from me before quickly telling me to get in. I hurried to the passenger side and got in to sit in the seat. 

       As soon as he made sure I was in, he revved the engine and sped out of the drive. I looked at him, the shock sliding away while panic sank in. 

      "Damian! Tell me what the fuck is going on!" I don't usually raise my voice to people. It always felt wrong and disrespectful to yell at people. He was gripping the wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. He opened his mouth but the squeal of tires made him look in the rearview mirror. There was a black SUV speeding towards us and I recognized it as my step fathers, though I don't think he was the one driving it. 

      My heart sped up and I was another step closer to freaking out. This was just like a scene straight out of an action movie. I was terrified and I didn't know what to do. I felt helpless and I didn't like this feeling. Suddenly, while I was looking behind at the pursuing car, I felt us swerve and we started to drift. I accidentally screamed but Damian quickly had control of the car once again. I had no idea what was happening and why we were being chased. 

       A few more swerves and curves and we were slowing down a little, but not by much. It seems like we had lost the guy behind us and I saw that Damian was taking deep breaths. We kept driving for a long while in silence, but I didn't say anything. I was burning from the fire of my curiosity but I gave up asking questions, since it was clear that Damian wasn't going to answer me anytime soon. He needed time to cool down, and I respected that.