let it hurt, let it go |Bucky Barnes|

Chapter 54

With a speed of the Lightning McQueen (I really missed that phrase) I got up on my feet. The sudden movement made my vision kinda blurry yet I was still able to do what I had to do if I wanted to get away.

Quickly I put my arm around the front of Walker's neck and used my knife to stab him. I chose the area on the right side of his ribcage.

"A knife blade through liver ... one of the most painful, torturing, slow ways to die ..." I hissed into his ear while trying to catch my breath, using almost the same words as he did.

My phone fell out of his hand and by some damn great luck I caught it before it could hit the ground. Walker fell down on his knees and groaned in pain, shouting at Lemar to not let me leave.

Of course, Lemar was already on his way to help him. As I picked up my backpack, he was actually already by my side. He tried to grab my neck, make me fall once again, preferably hit my head for at least one more time and if he was lucky enough, maybe I could even faint.

I was kinda lucky since I managed to avoid all of his attempts to stop me. When I saw a perfect opportunity, I punched his nose, making his eyes tear up which gave me a chance to run off.

My lungs felt like they were malfunctioning, as if they were right about to collapse. My heart was racing but I knew that now was not the time to stop, I had to get away.

Anyway, after a few meters I tripped over my feet.

Let's face it ... would it even be a real fight if I didn't manage to trip over my own feet at least once?

However, it turned out that my clumsiness might have saved my life. I fell on the ground at the exact moment that Lemar pulled the knife out of Walker's ribcage (bad idea... like honestly... you don't do that... anyway...) and threw it towards my head. It would've hit my back (not everyone can throw knives hehehe) if at that moment I didn't unconsciously chose to have a close-up face to face meeting with the ground.

Immediately I stood up again, stumbled on my feet while trying to catch my balance. I also picked up the knife and while trying to run, I turned my head. "Thanks!" I shouted and already disappeared behind the corner.

I was still trying to speed walk but at this point I was literally gasping for air, making scary whistling and choking noises and coughs. Soon I realised that if I didn't take a break, I would probably faint - forced rest.

I took a turn into the closest restaurant. Unfortunately it was the fancy kind and the waiter kept asking something about my reservation.

"Dude ... look at me ... do I look like someone with a reservation?!" I said while gesturing towards my torn sweatpants, cardigan that was decorated with some blood drops and spots, and also my slightly torn tank top, making my bra lace peaking through it. Damn you Walker Stalker ...

The waiter quickly called over someone who appeared to be his manager or boss ... just someone on a higher position I guess and they had ablazed discussion about ... something. I don't know what they were actually saying since they spoke a language that was clearly not English ... probably Latvian?

I rolled my eyes before walking past them and sat down by one of the less crowded and more private tables. For a few moments they just stared at me with disbelief in their eyes.

I rested my forehead on the table and closed my eyes while letting out a deep relieved breath. My breathing speed was finally starting to go back to normal and my heart got back to it's usual rate. My head however ...

The restaurant employees still kept a close eye on me but lucky for me, they decided to leave me alone. I saw them whispering something to eachother while glancing my way but I tried to ignore it.