No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



Stepping out of the detention center, my ears were ringing with Jefferson's rants.

Conrad was right; Jefferson was a roller coaster of emotions, swinging from manic highs to depressive lows. Especially when he said, "Felicia, I can't stand being here. I need to get out., I'm innocent."

It hit me right in the feels.

No sooner had I stepped out than Conrad, who had been waiting for me, approached with quick strides.

He immediately noticed my pallor and quickly supported me, "You look terrible. Did Jefferson say something?" Thinking of Jefferson's instructions, I told Conrad, "Get in the car, I'll explain on the way."

Jefferson had urged me to leave quickly, probably because the place was being watched by Club Q's informants.

He feared for my safety if I were spotted.

Conrad ushered me swiftly into the car and handed me a bottle of water, "Calm down first."

Ignoring the water, I blurted out, "Jefferson said he's been framed..."

I relayed Jefferson's words, and concluded, "He said those people are ruthless, we're not safe here..."

"Ah!"

My sentence was cut short by the sudden glare of headlights in front of us, followed by a violent shake of the car and the driver cursing loudly.

Conrad had already grabbed hold of me, looking around and then back.

I wasn't naive; I knew trouble was brewing.

But I hadn't expected it so soon, not even ten minutes after leaving Jefferson, and they were already making their move.

They were afraid of Jefferson spilling the beans, afraid we'd start digging.

"What do we do?" Fear gripped me, and I clung to Conrad.

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Conrad ignored my question and instructed the driver, "We're boxed in, four cars, one on each side. You figure out the escape route, try to shake them off."

"Alright, Mr. Wagner, make sure you and the lady buckle up," the driver responded, advising us as he did.

Conrad swiftly buckled me in, and the car was already swerving so much I felt dizzy.

I clenched my teeth and braced

myself but then Conrad pulled

into his embrace, "Don't look, it be over soon."

Those after us were clearly out for blood, not stopping until they caught us.

My world was blocked by Conrad; I couldn't see anything, but I could feel the car swaying and even colliding.

Conrad, while protecting me, was directing the driver, his voice steady but his tension palpable.

The way he held me, it felt like he was about to crush my bones.

Bang, bang...

Following two loud crashes, the car came to a sudden halt.

Then came Conrad's low command, "Reverse, and hit the gas."

At his command, the car jolted backward, and the severe impact felt like it shattered all my insides.

I felt nauseous and threw up a little.

Then, another violent collision spun my world upside down.

We were flipping over!

I knew it clearly but was powerless to stop it...

I didn't

where the car was

tumbling into, a ditch or the sea,

either way, I was facing a slimefut

e of survival.

Bang!