Our Destiny (Sequel to Fallen)

It's been a year since Karla started to remember, and everything looks perfect. It feels perfect. But the burden from her being an orphan, and both of her parents dying because of her, keeps adding more weight on her shoulders. When Justin and Karla find themselves in a situation they can't get out of, will their love be enough?


16. A red towel

Justins POV

In panic I hung up the phone, and ran to my car. I pulled the door up, and started it. At least I tried to, it wouldn't start. I looked down at the gas meter, empty. Excellent. I furiously slam the door behind me and start running down the road, hoping to catch a cab. Or any vehicle at all to be honest. After 10 minutes of running, I heard a sound behind me. I quickly turned around to see a big truck coming against me. I stretch my hand out, trying to hitch hike with the truck driver, fortunately, now I was in luck. The truck stopped in front of me and I ran around to the passenger side. As I sat down in the seat, catching my breath, I looked at the truck driver. A 40-ish fat man, with a big beard, and small glasses on his nose. "Thank you, so much." I said. "Where to?" He asked with a deep voice. "You going past Kingston?" He started the truck again. "You're in luck today boy." Then he started driving. "And please hurry." I added.

Half and hour later, the truck driver, which I had learned was called Bob, stopped in in front of my house. "Thank you so much Bob, you're a lifesaver." I said quickly and threw him a 50 dollar bill. Who knew what I would've done without him? I ran to the door and pulled it open. "Hello?" I called. The air was dead silent. "Hello!" I screamed in panic. All of the people that mattered the most to me in the world were in big danger, how could I not panic? "HEL-" A little groin interrupted my scream. I ran into the living room. On the floor, to my chock, was my mother. She held a red towel against her leg, and looked incredibly pale. "Mom!" I called and fell to my knees in front of her. I lifted her hand away from her knee. The strong smell of blood burned in my nostrils as I looked down at what was left of her knee. I felt like I was going to throw up. I looked up at her face. She was looking sleepily at me. I quickly pulled up my phone as I watched her cough weakly. "911, what's your emergency?" I heard a woman say on the other line. "Hello, I'm calling about what looks like a shot wound." I told her the address and she told me an ambulance would be there in 10-15 minutes. "Oh god mom I'm so sorry."  I hugged her tightly. For a moment I sat there embracing here. Rubbing her head and telling her that everything was going to be okay. "Justin." She whispered in my ear. I nodded, knowing my voice would break if I spoke. She took a deep breath. "Jazzy and Jaxon is upstairs, he sent them up there and told them not to move. But Karla.." I felt my body stiffen at her name. Her voice got weaker and weaker as I heard the sirens rushing towards us in a distance. Her voice was so low I could barely hear what she whispered. But I could make out three words. Three words I hoped I would never hear. "He took Karla."

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