Chasing the Fantasy ||Completed

CHAPTER 8: Encounter

STACY'S POV

"Stacy, you be a good girl. I wanted to drop you off right at school, but this emergency came up. The next bus would be coming any moment from now. Take care", said Noah, Stacy's dad.

He veered off in his white Mercedes as Stacy waved goodbye. Few minutes after he left, gunshot sounds filled the air. Soldiers in their Armour trucks moved into the streets. It was a life or death situation. They were merciless and spared no one.

People were moving helter-skelter. Stacy ducked into a fridge repair shop looking for place to hid. She squeezed herself like an orange into a fridge at the centre, hoping they did not see her.
The soldiers passed right in front of the shop, but due to the surrounding fridges, they coud see nada. She was suffocating on her own air, so she lift the top part a little higher to let new air circulate.

Noah was a few kilometers away when he noticed the direction of the armour trucks. The stench of gunpowder caused fear to run down his spine. He feared for his daughter's life. He quickly made a U- turn, then stepped on the accelerator like he was crazy.
He got to where he left her, but she could not be found. All his coronary arteries shaked, his heart quake, and his whole body shivered. He felt icy- cold with fear as dread twisted in knots in his core. What could have happened to her? Tears rolled down his face like waterfall. He began pressing the horns loud, louder and louder.

Stacy recognized the sound of his father's car. She looked left and right, seeing that all coast was clear. She run, run like a tiger to that familiar sound that had so many times drove her nuts whenever they were running late.

She opened the car door and threw herself into the back seat like a long jumper. They embraced only for a short while. Time was not on their side, they needed to go back home, to Panama estate. Noah pressed on the accelerator once more with an increased force.

About two miles into their journey, they met an elderly woman who stood in the middle of the road waving her waist cloth to signal them to stop. If not for his quick reflexes, he would have hit her.

"It is not safe out there. The soldiers are every where. If you go any further you might loose your lives. Come to my house", the kind stranger said.

She opened her main gates wide and they drove inside.

"A civilian killed one of the soldiers today. They are so angry and are seeking revenge." She explained.

"I did not know any of this until now, today is actually my daughter's last day of school this semester. She was going to pack all her belongings for exit the following day", Noah added"

"It can't be today. You have to wait."

The stranger, Erin, offered them stools to sit on, beverages and sandwich. They observed what was happening from her veranda. Their hearts continued beating so fast from fear and anxiety. They talk eveything politics from the terrible reign of the incumbent president to Kennedy, evil mastermind behind it all.

It was a little past nine when the decided to take their leave, after noticing that the streets were a lot calmer. Erin wished that they had stay till the next morning for their own safety, but they didn't want to be of any inconvenience. They knew that the rest of the family at home were petrified not knowing what had happened to them.

Erin showed them the alternate routes free from the vigilant eyes of the soldiers. They drove in silence, recalling all that had happened and thanking God that they were safe.

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