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My feet faltered.
Officer Moss was talking to the receptionist, a sheet of paper between them as his hands moved as he spoke. He reached inside his pocket, pulled out his phone. He raised his hand to the teller to hold before his head spun.
Our eyes met.
And the doors slid open.
I ran.
“Stop her!” he yelled, but I was already out in the harsh cold.
I ran as fast as I could, knowing he wouldn’t give up. My eyes stayed forward as I crossed the street hurried by people walking on the sidewalk. I didn’t risk turning back, not when I knew all that kept my body going forward was the adrenaline pumping through me.
But I couldn’t run for much longer, because even with the rush of survival, my body was weak.
Profanities were cursed my way as I bumped into people, but even as they faded, the commotion wouldn’t end there. They were still following me.
You won’t outrun them.
Although, maybe I could out-smart them.
I made a quick left and sprinted, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. When I was ready to make another turn, I dared a look back to see how far apart we were, and how much time I had left.
Officer Moss and his partner were still close, but maybe, just maybe I had enough distance to escape.
His eyes were hard and determined while mine held dread, and I took a sharp turn to the next street, and quickly took in all the cabs waiting for the light to turn red.
I rushed to the first cab with its light off and jumped inside, only to have my head slam against the plastic back-seat.
“Turn the light on,” I said breathlessly, and the middle eastern man turned back with wide eyes. “Please, don’t look back. He’ll find me.” The driver returned his eyes to the road.
“Who?” His accent was strong and filled with shock.
“My boyfriend,” I lied.
“I call police,” he suggested.
“No!” I exclaimed, trying to hold my tremors, my fears, and added, “He is the police.”
He clicked his tongue a few times as his head shook. “Oh, dear,” he whispered, and just as I wondered if he would toss me out in worry of being in the middle of trouble, the car rolled forward. “Stay down.”
Even if I wanted to sit up, my body already betrayed me in the back of this cab with the ray of hope and shelter.
“Where to?” he asked.
I placed my chilled hands on my throbbing wound. “The farthest bus station.”
Three
Davina
The blinding light of the sunrise streaming through the window and hitting my eyelids woke me. The sound of children growing restless and the smell of bodies sitting for hours blended together, and the constant swaying that’d made me sick told me the ride wasn’t over.
Three bus stops, and it seemed as if my destination would never come.
Repositioning my body on my seat and far as possible from the guy next to me, I dared a peek at him. His eyes were closed, and his head rested against the cushion, letting his long black hair curtain around him. He appeared to be asleep, but the heavy metal music that blasted into his ears left me wondering if he was. Then his leg twitched. I followed the movement, watching his Vans tapping the floor as his black backpack stayed tucked between his feet.
“Welcome everyone to The Magic City! We’ll be arriving at Miami Airport Intermodal Station at seven-fifteen and the heat is already rising at a nice seventy-two degrees,” the voice in the intercom said in high tones and cheer bouncing through the speaker and into the cab.
