A Second Chance | Fadie

Chapter 31

Escape Artist- One of Many Traits

Sadie's POV:

"Fuck."

"L- like right now?" I ask nervously, turning around and looking at Finn.

"Yes. Now." The voice declared before hanging up.

I stand in shock as I turn back around, my phone still to my ear. I feel frozen, as if my feet were just cemented into the floor. I move my head slightly to the left, trying to see if I can look through the small window on the front door. I focus my eyes and there he is. A tall figure with a balaclava covering his identity. Luckily enough for me, I already know who the person is. My phone slides out of my hand and smashes as I feel my hands begin to shake.

"Sadie, are you okay?" I hear Finn ask from the living room.

My breath begins to shake as my mouth naturally drops open.

"I- I have to go, Finn." I fearfully say before frantically making my way to the front door.

"Wow, wow Sadie wait!" Finn shouts as he scurries from the lounge room.

"Don't follow me." I say stern, but not loud enough.

"Sadie, don't be ridi-"

I quickly turn around, my hand gripped tight around the doorknob.

"Don't follow me Finn!" I demand as his body becomes close with mine.

He gives me a shocked, yet puzzled look. He takes a small step back.

"What's going on Sadie?" He asks.

I feel myself holding my breath as I try to find an excuse as to where I'm going. I break eye contact as I anxiously look around the room. I clench my jaw and look down at my feet.

"I'll be back, I promise." I reply jittery, turning the doorknob and running out.

"Sadie, wait!" I hear Finn yell as I slam the door in his face.

I step onto Millie's front porch, looking from left to right anxiously trying to find the masked person. I can't see anyone around me, it's as if he's just disappeared. I quickly make my way down her porch and onto her driveway. I take a deep breath in as I tug my fingers through my messy, red hair.

"Where are you?" I shout into thin air.

I drop my hands to my side as my head spins around trying to search for something or someone. I tumble down onto the road and begin to run. I don't know where too. I pick up my pace to more of a sprint, the cold air stinging my face as the wind blows through my hair. The back of my throat burns from the icy sensation, but I continue to run. My shoes slap the concrete with every movement. I make my way to a dead end, but not just any dead end. It's a lake, surrounded by the bushland that Millie's overlooks. It's blocked off by a gate, obviously not a very good one considering there's a huge hole cut out of the middle but. I slow down my sprint and come to a stop, putting my hands on my head as an attempt to feed myself more fresh air.

"I should probably stop smoking." I say through my short breaths as I massage my chest slightly.

I drop both of my arms back down to my sides, narrowing my eyes and tilting my head to get a better look at the bushland in front of me. I take steps closer, hearing the rocks crunch under my feet as I meet the gate. I wrap my hand around one of the bars, giving it a small shake to see if it's sturdy enough to hold my weight or not.

"Fuck it." I say as I lift my body up and over the fence.

My feet throb as I thud to the ground, almost falling over. I let out a huff of air as I brush my hands down the front of me.