Second Chance

Chapter 3: Escape II

"What, are you serious?" I asked, shocked by the news that I heard. Is this why that dream showed me suffering and pain? I looked at her, trying to let the information sink in. I'm a killer and a criminal. I'm a bad person, a simple, basic conclusion. The news that I have deviated from good left me like a rookie soldier suffering from shell shock, it hit me hard and made me uncomfortable. I squirmed in my seat, licked my lips and whispered "Why aren't we in prison, I'm sure the police would have picked up on suspicious activity by now. What the hell are we doing in a public shop? Shouldn't we be laying low instead of having a public conversation at Starbucks?" It really was a compelling question, one that I needed answering to; to prove that what she had just said wasn't a cruel joke. She raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms and hissed "Welcome Jake, this is the real world. We're surrounded by scum and about that question, hiding will always give away suspicion. We camouflage, act like normal people and don't commit anything other than underground crimes. Simple right?" I just nodded and looked at the coffee which stood on the granite table. I stood up compulsively, I just couldn't get myself to sit down. I didn't want to talk to her but I knew that she was my navigation, my own GPS that I need.

"I'm going to the bathroom, just wait here," I informed tapping her arm while doing so. She just smirked and nodded as if there was something to laugh about. "Just don't get lost on the way there" I gave a slight laugh as I walked off to the 'unknown'. The fact still remained that I may be suffering demensia or amnesia but I don't think so. Diseases and diagnoses like that often show growing symptoms, but this proved otherwise.

Throughout the overflowing crowds which surrounded Starbucks, I did look quite distinct. I had black hair, short with a medium fringe and had almond/hazel eyes. I did have a larger build and I wasn't too tall. I was probably 6'2 and I was kind of average, unfortunately. But I still commend my youger self to be able to score a girl like her. Yep, I'm a jerk just like everybody out there, showing off girls as if they were a trophy. Putting that aside, I do feel that there is something off about Summer, but how can I feel that way when I couldn't even remember her damn name.

"Hey, man walking over here."

"Dude! Watch where you're going"

"Hey retard, look at what's in front of you! You dumbass,"

I was disrupted from my deep thought by the large commotion ahead. I looked around to see these two men yelling at me for shoving. I just ignored them and ran off to the bathroom ahead. The stained sinks and bathrooms were what I expected and initially that is what I recieved.

"You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense." the man yelled as his enormous hands grabbed me placing them behind my back. CRAP! Run, run as fast as you can. Grab the girl and run.

These sentences rang in my mind, countless times before I actually took action. I elbowed the officer in the face, his grip loosened and I sprinted, my legs accelerating passed the door and into the large crowd.