You will never find me (mwahahaha).
See you tomorrow.
H x
Grabbing my things, I quietly exit from the back and lock the door.Once my bike lock is undone, I quickly ride off into the night.
I decide to take the back roads because no doubt Dandy will come looking for me, regardless of my telling him not to.
But after whatever that was with Kit, I need some space to…breathe.
It’s a hot summer’s night, but my fast pace whips the wind across my cheeks, cooling me.
Why am I suddenly so hot?
The way his vibrant eyes lit up when he caught me staring sends a shiver down my spine.It made me want to slap the smugness from his cheeks, but also kiss them.
Something is seriously wrong with me.
I turn left onto a gravel back road used only by locals.The potholes don’t make it ideal to navigate.I slow down as it’s dark out this way with no streetlights or houses in sight.
Focusing on staying alive helps me ignore Kit’s tempting, mischievous expression.
“Ugh!”
My house is about two miles away, which is why I didn’t make a fuss about riding.I enjoy being out in the open, especially late at night, when most are in their homes, tucked into bed, safe and sound.
I relish the darkness of being alone.
I know this is hardly “normal” for a girl my age, but I accepted long ago that I wasn’t normal.
And I’m okay with that.
Suddenly, headlights are behind me, and the engine revving alerts me that someone has turned down the road.I move from the middle of the road to the side, giving them plenty of space to pass.
I know it’s not Dandy’s car because his car isn’t this loud.
As the tires kick up the gravel, it’s apparent that instead of slowing down, the driver has pressed their foot on the pedal.
I assume it’s kids out for a joyride, but when I turn over my shoulder and see the car gaining speed and heading straight for me, I realize their presence isn’t a coincidence.
They’re here for me.
Immediately, I ride my bike off the road, jump off, and run into the wooded area.I tear off my backpack and toss it aside since it’s slowing me down.
The car screeches to a stop.I then hear three doors open and slam shut, and footsteps pound on the gravel as they give chase.
I berate myself for not being more careful.But usually, no one takes this route.
The catcalls of the boys chasing me echo from the tall trees.They sound like frenzied animals chasing their prey.
The farther I run, the denser things are.The greenery is thick, and I soon lose my way.
Left is right.
Right is left.
My heart is in my throat.
