Falling with Caution

Chapter 8

Gun shots.

Blood.

Pain.

So much for a stress free day, all the muscles that were relaxed and unknotted are back and my stomach hurts. Where am I anyways?

Opening my eyes, I was out of the car and it was a forested area. Was I kidnapped by the bad men? Alex was injured and I passed out! They probably caught up to us!

Fuck!

I messed up big time.

Big fucking time.

I probably got us captured.

"Alex!" I screamed looking around and he wasn't there. Where's Alex? Did he leave me? Where is he? I probably got kidnapped. "Alex!" He's not here. "Alexander! Fuck!"

He's not here.

Oh my god.

I was kidnapped.

I can't breath.

Fuck! I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't! Where's all the air. I can't! I can't! I can't!

I'm going to die here! I'm going to die and I'm not going to be able to see my family or graduate or get married!

"Alex!" I screamed with the remainder of my breath. I'm going to die here and I'm not going to be able to see my family. I just want Alex, where is he? I just want Alex!

Why isn't he here?

I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm can't breathe!

"Hey, hey, look at me." I heard his voice said, until he tried slapping me gently. Surprisingly, that worked. Looking him once over, he was bandaged up.

"Why did you leave me?" I cried, officially out of the panic and just now in the embarrassing emotional state I get in after. "Where were you? Alex, I-I thought I was kidnapped, where were you? Don't leave me!"

Instead of talking, he wrapped his arms around me and I clung onto him as if he was air and I was oxygen deprived.

I feel like a little girl and I hate it. But I can be both, can't I?

The little girl and the independent woman.

They're both in me.

"Im sorry for leaving you." He whispered, kissing the top of my head. I felt myself cry even more. All the stress of what just happened. Im not used to gun violence and it's the scariest thing in the world. Having a gun, something that can kill somebody, so close to me. But at the same time needing it because these bad men are after us. "I'm so sorry, baby, I'm not going to leave you, okay? I'm right here."

Finally, I felt myself calm down, but I stayed in his arms. I wiped away my tears and felt sudden embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I passed out in the middle of a high-stakes race." I sniffled and slowly distanced myself, but kept a hold of his shirt. "I threw up didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did." Looking down, I wasn't in the shirt I was wearing before, but the button down that I had underneath.

"That's embarrassing." I mumbled and looked around, we were in a completely forested area. This reminds me of starstruck when they ran away from the paparazzi and the car went under the quick sand. "We're not near Chicago are we?"

"Not at all. We're near willow springs. I kept driving until I lost them." He explained and showed me his covered up wounds, his whole chest was stained red from his own blood. "And I needed a break to just control the bleeding, so I pulled over here."