Samuel Black

CHAPTER 6

        We kissed . I mean what did you expect. Two hormone filled teenagers one room, I'm no mathematician but I can say that this equation is easy to solve. I know you want to hear everything so I will tell you.  After the movie and the intensely emotional conversation I told her she could sleep at my house. We spoke for a couple of hours and bid each other good night. Ten minutes later she came knocking at my door. I rushed and answered forgetting that I was in nothing but my Calvin Klein boxers. For a brief period when I opened the door, there was some awkward blushing, but it was too late to do anything. "Sorry I just couldn't sleep alone." Cliché. It was at that moment that I realized how close we were. I could feel her breath on my neck. For a moment, we stared deeply into each others eyes and suddenly, we were barely a centimeter apart. I began to lean in towards her. "Get a room guys." David was standing there staring at us like we were some boring movie. He turned around and left .

       Khelani was still looking around aimlessly. I grabbed her face in my hands and kissed her for all it was worth. It was really awkward for like five seconds, then she kissed me. I felt some divine warmth moving all the way from my lips to... well I'm sure you get the idea. Spoiler alert, nothing else really happened. I said " I'll sleep on the couch" but to my secret joy, she said " I don't see why we cant share." We actually did share though. I woke up in the morning half hoping it was a dream. The closer I got to her, the harder it was going to be for me to do my job effectively. I turned to my side and I didn't see anyone there. Half of me was pretty bummed out but the other half was relieved. I went to the bathroom to get ready and you wouldn't believe it. Zina was standing there. She had just gotten out of the shower. She was in a towel with steam all around her. I swallowed a huge amount of saliva that I couldn't remember collecting.

        She smiled at me and walked out. I wont admit it but I froze and was blushing like an anime character. I showered and got ready. Leaving the shower, I was praying that she wouldn't  be there.  God answered my prayers. I dressed and met her at the front door. She was wearing the same clothes as the day before but she still looked like she was wearing a new set of clothes. We had breakfast together at the café, then she went home to fix things with her mother and I told her I was going home but I went to  HQ. David greeted me in my office with a loud painful slap. Before I was able to ask why, he went into a rant about how Khelani's mother would probably put a tail on me or something and how it would compromise everything that was not to be compromised. I wanted to argue, nut deep down within myself, I knew that everything he was saying was true.

         I wasn't about to flush my life down the toilet for a girl, but for the first time in my life, I didn't want one thing in particular. I wanted it all, the girl, the money, the job, but at that moment, I had to face the fact that I could loose all of it. Maybe not the money, but everything else and I still had no leads on my mother. Everybody seemed to be ignoring that one fact. Hopefully, everything was linked and eventually, nobody would be able to ignore it. I was still going to poke my nose about as conspicuously as possible, but... patience is a virtue. I was totally, completely in awe when David told me that he understood how I felt and that he would do what he could to help, only if I let him. He left me thinking "What if I really had to just loosen up and trust him?".

         I met up with Khelani later on in the day. It almost seemed impossible that barely, two weeks before, I had no idea who she was and now... well you know already. We had just started talking when David texted me to leave the café immediately. I told Zina that David needed me and I left after promising to make it up to her. I decided to take a long way home so that I could make sure that I wasn't being followed. Sure enough, I was being followed by two black BMW's. The average person would not notice, as they seemed to have experience, but I wasn't the average person.

      I began to press my foot on the accelerator, slowly, but quickly increasing my speed. They followed my lead. Moments later, we were weaving in and out of traffic and were sadly joined by the police. Instead of falling back, they continued their pursuit. Just my luck, I was being chased by two sets of people. Suddenly, my side mirror burst into a dangerous array of broken glass. It was at that moment that I realized with dread what their main purpose was. They weren't simply there to follow me, they had been sent to kill me. This couldn't be happening. David was not answering his phone. I was on my own. One of the BMW's had made its way in front of me and was slowly slowing me down whilst the other one was quickly closing me in.

         At that point, I realized that I had nothing to loose... well except my life. I slammed my foot on the brakes. The car behind me slammed into me. I felt blood flowing down my definitely broken nose. The one in front of me had turned to face me and was backing up. He was going to smash me. He had began coming back my way with full speed and the guy behind me had gotten out of his car. As he drew nearer he jumped out sending the ca hurtling towards me at  eighty miles an hour unmanned. I stepped on the accelerator and maneuvered around it. Sadly... or not, the unmanned car with no one to stop it went straight into the guy behind me with an oddly satisfying squishing noise. The police men got out of their cars and made a semicircle behind me, which struck me as odd, but I didn't think that I was in any position to think about that.

         I went in reverse, driving straight over the second guy. The police would understand. I was a C.I.A agent and worst case scenario, there were only four of them, I could handle them. I stepped out of my car and immediately fell to my knees. I tried to get up but one of the police officers shouted at me to stay down. He put his knee on my back, holding me down as he searched for his handcuffs. In my position, I could see tiny drops of dried blood on his polished shoes and a bit more on his socks. My heart sunk into my stomach. He wasn't a real cop. He was all part of the plan. Saw the sedative injection slowly approaching my neck out of the corner of my eye, he had handcuffed  one of my wrists. I spun around, kicking him at the back of the knees. He fell face first into the hot asphalt I wrapped the handcuff around my hand, using it as a makeshift brass knuckle and punched his lights out.

        The rest of the officers began to shoot at me. I raised his unconscious body, using it as a shield. There was  a sickening feeling in my stomach as I felt several bullets ripping through his flesh. They were reloading. I rolled behind my car and started to weigh my options of survival. I had come to a conclusion of either letting them shoot me down or me surrendering and being taken captive when The roar of an engine interrupted the mental writing of my last will and testament. I was half happy and half overwhelmed my emotion. It was like a miracle from heaven