When We Run

Your life can change in a heartbeat.
I walked downstairs and when I came back, everyone was dead and everything was over. But I survived and I ran.


18. 18.

It's been twenty minutes or so and I have had a bag put over my head and I think I've been tied to a chair. It's been silent for ages now but all of a sudden, I hear the door open and someone comes in, ripping the bag off my head.

It's a man. He seems like one of those arrogant businessmen in his early fifties. He's wearing a posh, black suit and his salt and pepper hair is leaning towards the pepper side and is perfectly styled. He has an arrogant, cocky disposition about him as he stands in front of me.

"Hello." he says, with a posh, thoughtful voice. It's strange. He seems kind enough, but there is just something about him... you know he's a bad guy. "Oh dear. My guys beat you up pretty bad, hey? Let me..." He reaches to wipe some blood off my face.

"Get away from me." I jerk my head to the side and he takes a step back. "Who are you?"

"I'm John Sovey." he says. "I'd shake your hand but-"

"But you tied me up." I say, through gritted teeth. "Why?"

"Because I would like to speak to somebody that you're acquainted with and I've been watching you for a while. I knew that if I took you, he'd come running..." 

It's not Sam he's on about. I know that. I know everyone Sam does. "Evan?" I ask, weakly. My heart pounds at the mention of his name. I just want him here.

"Yes, Evan." Mr Sovey says. "Beautiful kiss by the way... he is absolutely devoted to you, I can tell."

I want to smack him, right there. That kiss was ours. That kiss was special and mine and Evan's and he was just watching it happen? He has watched everything happen to us and between us.

"What is this about?" I ask, ignoring the urge to cry.

"I'll let Evan explain when he gets here."

"I'm here." I hear Evan say.

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