The Escape

Henry emerged from the bushes, huffing and puffing, struggling to catch a breath. He stopped for a moment and glanced around. There he was at a roadside by a lazy road. He tried to look around, searching for a light that he could run to, but this place was lit lazily too.

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All he could see was darkness. Thoughts ran around his exhausted and confused mind, and all he could think of was a nice shower and a cozy bed to lie on, but that would only happen if he could escape his current ordeal.

It was a cold chilly night, the kind that no one wishes to be outdoors, and the wind blew lightly. Henry could not notice any of all this, maybe because of all the running he had been forced to do, or from his leather jacket. Sweat trickled down his bruised face. In that sudden moment, the pain began to bite from all sides, he could feel it all now.

The adrenaline rush had protected him from all the agony he felt right then. There was no way they would ever find him, he had to run as far as he could. He started walking towards his left side on the road.

Itches were starting to register as the bruises on his face flared up. He wished to touch them, but he couldn't, it would only make them worse. He had been walking for about a mile and a half when lights appeared behind him.

Free at last, he thought to himself. Here was a car that could take him far from this unforgiving place. Holding his thumb out, he had to stop, tired from all the walking.

The car seemed to have taken ages getting to where he stood, but it did, finally. Bright headlights blinded his sleepy eyes. He couldn't mind it. After all, he was free from his tormentors.

The car, a huge four-wheel drive vehicle, stopped finally where Henry stood. He ran towards the driver's side, just one more thing, and I'll be out of here, he mumbled to himself.

The tinted window lowered slowly, and Henry's eager face lit up instantly. His eager face quickly turned to disbelief and shock. A long black pistol was held up to his head.

"You thought you could get away from me? You should know that I own you now." Jamie's cold deep voice went off. A sly grin formed on his scarred round face. Lips barely moving,

"Get back in the car!" he barked.

But then he thought, isn't it better for me to die escaping than to go back to a life of torment??

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