One Week Trip To Nowhere With Mr. Stranger

Into the unknown...

​“Holy cow!!” I ran as fast as I could. Sh*t!! Can’t they slow down even a bit?! For their information, they’re chasing a girl in mini skirt wearing a stiletto boots. My goodness, spare me your mercy.

​“Stop milady, please.” pleaded one of the men in black a.k.a my FATHER’s bodyguards, who are still chasing me wearing their usual crisp black suits the reason why I labeled them as Men IN Black.

​“I WON’T!! THE HELL I WOULD!!” I screamed not sparing them a single glance still running as fast as I can with these blasted boots which is not much since my heavy backpack is also slowing me down. If I could have chosen I wouldn’t choose these boots for my escape. We’ll could you blame me, I just came back from a party when I overheard my parents talking, planning my life for me that’s why.

​“Gotcha!” one of the men in black laughed manically as he caught me by the arm scaring the sh*t out of me. Oh gosh!! I was dumbfounded as fear and panic coiled in my stomach.

I did the first thing that came to my mind. “Let me go you SUCKER!!” I screamed atop of my lungs as I kick his balls hard my defense mechanism kicking in, adrenaline rushing through my veins making me feel a lot braver and stronger. I felt bad for him but I know I needed to escape the claws of my overprotective father as I overheard their conversation with my mom awhile ago that he wanted me to still stay in our house for my safety and that’s whether I liked it or not and I refused, our agreement is that I will only stay until college but I already graduated and still he doesn’t want to give me my freedom, well my independence that is. So he left me with no other choice but to runaway.

The man grunted in pain but gripped the sling of my bag not wanting to let me go. Jeez, I need to let go of my backpack instead. Bye clothes, undies and especially MONEY. I took my bag off my back and ran like a ‘mad chick chasing her boyfriend which she caught banging with a b*tch.’

​“You guys are such a LOSERS!!” I laughed, teasing while giving them the loser sign. I turned a sharp turn around a corner.

​“Owww…” I exclaimed as I bumped into someone and because of the impact he would be falling butt first on the cemented floor BUT before he could hit the ground he grabbed me making me cuss for he grabbed my BRA—well, my tank top precisely which made his fall a little less painful and of course, I fall along with him—breast first on his chest.

​“Run fast, we can get her.” HOLY COW!! They’ll catch me for sure. I stood up panicking once more and scanned the area for an escape route or a vehicle. A slow smile crept across my face as I saw a matte-black motorcycle. Yeah, what a great coincidence.

​“F*ck! They tracked me!!” the guy uttered while looking at his phone and before I knew it, he stood up, grabbed my wrist and we ran towards the motorcycle across the street.

I gawked at him my brows furrowed as he started climbing onto the motorcycle—the kind where they call a big bike. “What are you waiting for? Hop on for Pete’s sake!!” he ran a hand in his already messy hair due to frustration. I shrugged and did what I was told climbing on the big bike—which is apparently his—as fast as I could and we drove off fast away from the men chasing me.

My loose hair whipped wildly behind my back for he’s driving more than two hundred ten mph, the streets blurring with one another as we passed by them making my eyes water in the process. Gosh!! He’s a one hell of a reckless driver and the fact that both of us didn’t have time to wear any helmets will surely be the death of us if anything were to happen.

Where’s his logic?! Did he put it in his a*s? This breast-grabbing-maniac!! I thought internally cursing him.

​“Will you slow down a bit? I don’t want to DIE together with a STRANGER!!” I shouted against the cold wind of the night.

​“Yeah, so that they can catch us? Nuh-uh.” he shouted back and gripped the right handle of the motorcycle gaining more speed making me tightly clung to him gripping his shirt for the sake of my safety. Sh*t! I’m too young to die, I thought internally my pessimist self taking control over my mind.

I really love to put him in his place but I didn’t do so as the adrenaline leaves off my body feeling drained all of a sudden. Plus my feet hurts, my breast hurts, my cheeks, my face, my arms and legs felt numb in the cold wind feeling tiny spikes all over my body due to the piercing cold wind. IT ALL F*CKING HURTS. I shouldn’t have worn a tank top and mini skirt in a very cold night. Maybe my logic has been put in my a*s also.

​“Wear this. It’s cold. It’s your fault for wearing such a slutty outfit in a winter night. Tssk!” he shouted and clucked his tongue as he passed me his leather coat. I hurriedly wear the coat noting him slowing down a bit as I put it on. Jeez, I might freeze to death.

​“Thanks. By the way, where are we going?” I asked yawning while unconsciously leaning into his back feeling a bit of warmth from his broad back.

​“It’s a one week trip to nowhere missy.” He chuckled. Wait, a week? I didn’t bother asking for I was slowly falling into a slumber.