“You will be okay.”
I cannot say anything back, I try but no words come out. The car slides and hits into one of the buildings and I jolt forward with the impact. The car eventually comes to a stop and I look around to make sure that everyone is okay. Screams are coming from outside the car, people are running away scared and kids and crying. I look out but there is no sign of the Lamborghini.
“Mr Jenkins we must get out of the car,” Jackson says in a professional voice. Michael is still holding onto my hand. He pushes open the door and Jackson jumps out first then the driver.
“Come on,” Michael says to me, as he eases me out the car.
“Are you okay?” I look up at him I see he has a small scratch on his cheek and it begins to bleed, so I take my hand a wipe it away.
“Yes I am okay.”
I manage to say in a quiet voice. The noise is deafening that I hear, I turn around and there is the black car once again. This time it does not keep driving but instead, pulls over at the side of the road.
“Alanna we must run, come on,” Michael says and he starts to run down the street whilst he pulls me along behind him. I turn and I see a figure coming out of the car and it begins to run after us.
“Mr Jenkins, give me the girl.” I hear Jackson say as he runs alongside us.
“No she stays with me; I will not let her go.”
“I really must insist!” Jackson says in a firm tone.
“No I said, she is staying with me, I won’t let anyone hurt her!”
“It is my job Sir.”
“I don’t care, follow us but she stays next to me, okay?” Jackson does not respond I can just hear his feet slam against the sidewalk as he runs. My feet begin to ache as I try to keep up with Michael, I want to stop running and I want all this to be over,
“Michael my feet hurt, can we please stop for a second?”
“No Alanna, he is still after you we can’t stop!” I turn around and I see the man running towards us. I again look to Michael.
“Michael I will be late for finals.”
“Alanna I don’t care!”
“But it’s important.”
“Yes and getting away from this person who wants to kill you, is important too.”
“Michael thanks for this.”
“Thank me later, when you are safe.”
We keep running for what seems like miles. I am really out breath now and I cannot go on any longer. I look behind me and the man is not so close anymore, in fact, he is a distant figure that I still cannot make out.
“Michael I need to stop for minute, I can’t go on, and I can’t breathe.”
“Alanna,” He shouts then he looks at me and stops.
“I am sorry for shouting, are you okay?” I gasp not able to speak, I see Jackson panting and the sweat is dripping from him. I look to Michael who is not even out of puff.
“How can you do it?” I say still gasping.
“Do what?”
“Run like that, you aren’t even breaking a sweat.” Michael does not answer and he is looking franticly around him. I turn around and the figure is getting closer this time he is right behind us. Michael again grabs my hand and begins to run, he pulls me after him, but I am still out of breath and I cannot keep up. My legs begin to give way under the pressure and I can no longer keep my balance. I fall to the ground and twist my ankle as I fall.
“Alanna get up!” Michaels says with desperation in his voice.
“I can’t, my ankle, I think it’s broken,” I say as the pain takes over me.
“Alanna please try.” I try to pull myself up but the pain is excruciating. Michael bends down and lifts me up, so that I am standing upright. I look at him and he is so beautiful.
“Well, well, I finally caught up to you.”
I turn around and I see the man who has been following us. He is tall and skinny with a long thin face. He is dressed in black jeans and black zip-up hoodie. He looks evil I cannot even look at him for I know what he is going to do.
“Don’t come any closer,” Michael says as he steps back and pulls me to.
“Now don’t run away again, let me look at you sweetheart.” He stares at me smiling a wicked smile.
“Whatever you are being paid I will triple it, just please don’t hurt her.”
“Oh we have a bit of a crush on your stepbrother’s girl?” The man says in a strong London accent. “Did you hear me, name your price and it’s done.”
“It’s not about the money for me.”
“Then what is it about?”
“The kill,”
“You are sick she is an innocent girl, how could you hurt her?”
“Ask Adrian Black, how he could take my uncles life like that and then maybe you will understand.”