Chapter 9 I make haste to the next block. Sir Luke's car comes into view in the near distance. Overwhelming with victory I wave at him, signaling as well, to open the other door of the car, so Ma'am can hurry in. "Ma'am Leslie, I advice you to get out of the car and join sir Luke, I'm going to return and capture the lad. Then of course hand him to the police to take care of." I said urgently looking out the windshield at Sir Luke as he responds to my gesture. I didn't get any response from Ma'am Leslie so I look at the right, where she was sitting but the dear child had drifted off to sleep. I shook her gently not wanting to frighten her but her eyelids just barely open. She just mumbles something in her sleep. So instead I got out of the car so I could carry her to Sir Luke's. As I am about to reach in, an ear-splitting sound distracts me and the next thing I know is the world goes dark. ... Luke's point of view _______________ My head starts spinning at the sight of Leslie gliding through the air, so #lifeless and light. I get out tof the car, sprinting towards her flying body that landed with a thud. Her head squirts out streams of ghastly blood spraying all over my shirt as I pull her into my arms. That f*cktard is going to pay, I curse at him. Reaching out for my phone, I call for the ambulances and Justin. But just than, an idea occurs to me: if that a**hole comes to believe that Leslie is dead, he'll leave us alone and exit the crime scene. Otherwise, he'd come for us while we're still vulnerable and make sure both of us are dead.. The thought gave me goosebumps. So I played a little act...I reached out for Leslie's wrist and held my thumb on it, I could feel her pulse but I pretended I didn't and put on a panicked, sorrowed expression that changed into anger and fear. Next I made it look as if i were placing my head on her chest, I didn't really, but the dude didn't need to know. Then I began yelling swear words at him while 'shaking' her which was followed by myself storming around the place. I made sure that freak was watching, which he was with obvious amusement. For the final act I just sit next to Leslie and sob giving the dude the chance to slip off. I thought about noting down his plate number, but the car didn't have any. I knew I would rather go after him, but I couldn't risk Leslie's #life, and needed to be there incase she called for something more than bandages around her head which i made out of my shirt. She was my best mates girlfriend and she trusted me with everything. She was like the best sister I could ever ask for, and I wouldn't want to let anyone down. The ambulance arrived two long minutes after Justin. He looked miserable. The last time I saw him like this was at his grandmothers funeral. I gave him a pat at his slumped back and helped place Leslie on a stretcher. Justin placed a kiss on Leslie's red cheeks. I could sense there was a storm coming. When we're done and justin goes in with Leslie, I look around at the scene. There were blots of blood here and there and a huge puddle near the cab. The grass was torn and shredded and there were ugly screech marks where the cab had been hit. The cabs condition itself looked like it could do with hospitalization. My mouth went dry when I saw the condition of the cab driver himself. He was the one who had directly hit. A punge of guilt engulfed me.. I hadn't even seen if that devoted man was alright. I hoped he'd be okay. He had to be.. I rushed to help him into the second ambulance. A few cops had also arrived from the nearby station and I made my way to them. I requested we talk elsewhere for privacy. Justin coupled me in as I described the man's appearance as well as his objectives while all the information was being jotted down.

I Feel Emptiness. It's Been A While.. Welcome Home.. -Dubious : doubtful- -quandary- -Quandary- -QUANDARY- My #life is full of doubts. I am very depressed. When it comes to making quick decisions, i come to a loss of words. But how can a writer ever come to a loss of words? Well I can put down beautiful ideas on paper easily. Because I'm given a chance for thought. But in the real world, that is not possible. I need the time I don't get. And this makes me sad. Very very sad. Will I ever be able to do such things? Things that normal people can do...with ease?... Oh well ____________________________________________________________ a page off my diary...

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Chapter 8 Hjjbfjhwebfghwebgahrenghjerbfjuaegb<<< oh that? That's just the rewinding. .. "sounds like a plan!" "well sir, I hate to say this but the lad is getting utterly close, I'm going to hang up now. See you as soon as the Lord wills" "right" replied Luke almost instantly. Staring down the empty streets, things began to blur. Obviously, we were accelerating too. Swerving past corners, going down dark allies, skipping worn out stop signs, it all felt like we were racing against time in a crime scene of a movie. All this unnoticed chaos happening in the midst of the peaceful neighborhood with families settling in their beds. It was ten p.m. now, and I was sourly missing my cosy bed. It's fresh, crisp sheets and it's distinctive sweet smell. They way it would welcome me into its arms and wrap me in its warm duvet. I was hazed at the thought of it all. But I had to keep myself awake and alert. .. Luke's point of view ________________ *bleep* I received a message as I was reversing out from a dead end my GPS lead me into. It was from Justin. I was horrified. How did they get his number? I made a mental note to remind Justin not to tell Leslie the whole thing, the horrid part of the text. It indirectly hinted that they would kill Leslie at any cost, whether they get the money or not. Apparently it was too big a risk to let her free after they got the money Justin guessed. I was now on my way to the police station. I had called in to get things done faster but unfortunate was I that I found the line to be busy. Meanwhile, my thoughts were wandering...who was this guy working for? Was he on his own? Or was there a whole gang behind it all? Oh boy, it would take forever to get a whole gang behind bars. I arrive in less than fifteen minutes not even bothering to turn off my engine. Barging into the main office didn't seem a problem. I start describing the whole situation. It took more convincing than I initially thought it would but they finally agreed (why do they think all eighteen/nineteen year-olds were immature and unserious?). That was only when I emphasized on the fact that all they currently had to do was keep a watch from here, camouflaging in the night. Then I headed off, to wait one block away, just as I was instructed. I sent a text informing the driver that i was in position. No more than 5 minutes passed when I heard a loud deafening screech followed by a crash. My hairs stood on end and my ears pricked up like a cat. I had the sudden urge to check it out but instincts told me to wait. .. Cab driver's point of view ____________________ This by far has officially been the most thrilling night of my #life. I've always dreamed of being on a secret mission or whatnot, as you see, my #life has been plain and tedious. That's why I accepted this offer so eagerly. Right now, receiving the signal, I'm heading towards the police station. This lad is 'in for it' as most teenagers would say. I am in a position I honor at the moment. I can imagine myself telling my lovely grandchildren all about it(I'm not a grandfather just yet). They'd be so proud to know they had a brave and adventurous grandfather. As soon as the police station begins to come into view, the lad realizes what we were up to and as if it just gave him a boost of motivation, he sped right up in an attempt to smash my dearest cab. But I wouldn't let him out of all people, touch it so I did an unexpected sharp turn as soon as he was close enough and that sent him flying into the lamppost. Everything's quiet for a moment so I decided it was my chance to drop off Leslie to where luke was waiting, while the lad was lying unconscious. Or so I thought... ========== I'm posting this at 4 only because i want to work on the next one, this one is getting a wee bit longer than I norm do i hope you enjoy

Chapter 7 "Leslie, we don't have to talk about last night. The doctor said you should rest your head since you've got a bump there. We don't want you to hurt, baby" he whispered leaning over and kissing it. Only then did I realize it was there. I put my hand over the spot, my mouth slightly opening. I was shocked at my own unawareness. The surroundings had gotten my full attention. Consumed me so much. Unbelievable. "Justin!" I moaned pushing my head into his arms, letting my tears flow. "What happened!? Please tell me." I said in a soft yet firm voice. "I'm telling you, I'll be in a worse condition if I don't know than if I did" pressing further. He lifted up my chin and his eyes pierced mine, not saying a thing. "don't tell me it upsets YOU, talking about it" I teased with an uncontrollable giggle. "are you challenging me?" he replied with a raised eyebrow trying to keep his face as serious as he could, but I could see his smile sneaking out. "yes, Mr. I'm so strong, tell me all the painful things. Show me how it feels." i said crossing my arms and putting on my evil smile. "fine, fine, I admit, it hurts." justin said putting his hands up. He was trying to keep the cheerful mood. But I could see the discomfort in his gorgeous eyes. He pulled me up on his lap not caring what the nurse said. "Leslie...It hurts that you're in danger. It hurts even more that I can't do anything about it. Do you have any idea that I got threats on my phone. Did it ever cross you in your craziest nightmare that I've been getting threats about #life being forced onto this disgusting cliff. Hanging? Do you know what one of the messages said? It said that they'd go for your sister if they can't get you? That little baby, who's not even half our age? A four year old. And I'm supposed to be away from you just because they fear I might backfire their plan?" "i got the texts right after i was talking to the cab driver" "strangely enough, that's all I remember... like someone pressed the forward button from there to the point I woke up.." I was talking more to myself now. I did that often and Justin knew it was a sign that there were billions of braincells putting tiny puzzle pieces together. "let me rewind it for you" ....... How is it till now? Do you guys think I should continue? Is there anything you want to happen next in this story? 5 likes and I'll post the next if you think I should continue