𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

My hands are placed over my knees while I'm bent over, panting madly after the long chase. I never realized how out of shape I am if I'm having this much trouble breathing.

He stays at the edge of the alley, peeking around the corner before starting to run again, but I can't do it. I can't even force myself to run any longer.

I'm not used to this; he is. "I can't run anymore. I need a break," I quickly catch myself before falling backward on my tailbone.

It's not like I go outside and jog every day as athletic people do. The only reason I'm not dead at this point is that I'm used to working a lot while staying on my feet the whole time.

I watch the way he turns back to me, then back to the street as if unsure, but then he nods and gives in to whatever idea he was conflicted about.

"I know a place we can lay low. It's just two blocks away. Do you think you can make that?" If he's legitimately asking me if I can do that, then the answer is I'll try, but no promises. I haven't done this much exercise since ninth-grade p.e. class.

I want to tell him that we're far away from the police at this point, but when I hear police sirens driving by, I know I'm wrong. If anything, it seems like they called backup. A silent curse leaves my lips because I know I'll have to run there, too.

"Yeah, we're going to have to run," he explains, grabbing my hand while hurrying forward. "Just a little longer."

𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

I press my back against the brick wall, watching him pull out a key from his pocket and unlock the back door to a building. We enter through the side door in the alley, and once we're inside, we both feel much safer—or at least I feel much safer.

He locks the door behind him and walks past the storage part of the store and up a set of narrow stairs. I follow after him.

Once upstairs, I take in the small space. Outside the window is a bright street light that shines enough light for us to see inside. I can make out the whole room and him.

The upstairs has a couple of mattresses, a turned-off lantern, blankets, and pillows with a window overlooking the street down below. He walks to the window, staying in the shadows while peering out.

"They're going to be surrounding us for a while. We're safe here for now," he drops his backpack on the floor while sitting down on the mattress next to him. I watch him untie his black boots and sit them by his backpack.

Not knowing what to do, I carefully sit down on the mattress beside me that's opposite of him, feeling way out of my comfort zone. I've been running for so long that I didn't even realize I was following the guy, and now, I really have no clue where I am.

He grabs the edge of his black hoodie and pulls it over his head, revealing his face.

There's a time in everyone's life where they have a quick thought as to what the fuck they're doing, and right now, that's my thought.

He tosses the black hoodie to the side of him, revealing not only his handsome face but his muscular arms as well. He has jet-black hair that blends in with the night, piercings on his lip, eyebrow, and ears. Plus, one of his arms is almost fully tatted. It looks like a sleeve of tattoos.