Chapter two
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Her thirty pieces of silver, she likened Tragically, and had to wrap her slender arms around her body in an effort to still the icy chill that suddenly ran through her blood.
The price of betrayal of those we love most.
She try counting the money, but didn't get far before something dropped out from between the money which had her launching herself off the sofa and running to yank open the door.
Her flat was the first floor. She made a dive for the stairwell just as the main front door downstairs slammed shut. Melony began racing down the stair in pursuit of her aunt with the wad of note and gold plastic card clutched in her hand.
An ice cold north easterly wind hit her full in the face as she dragged open the front door. She paused and shivered, Her thin blouse no protection against the wind as she stood there searching the street for her aunt distinctive figure.
The two row of cheap and old car parked up against the kerb reflected the quality of the tenants.so the long, sleek limousine Melony could see her aunt climbing into stood out like a rich dark hybrid rose amongst a tangle of briar. It was parked on the other side of the street and facing towards her with the engine already running.
"Aunt Laura!"she called out, trying to catch her attention before she disappeared into its spacious rear compartment. But the wind whipped her voice away, the rear door closed her aunt inside and almost instantly the limousine inched into movement.
Without thinking what she was doing, Melony darted forward, the thin–soled ballet slippers she ware around from the cold, hard pavement as she ran across it then out the street, with the intention of stopping the car before it gain momentum.
What happened next came so quickly that the whole became lost in a blur of confusing sounds and images. She had a feeling ,for instance.,that she would remember to her dying day the sound of a horn shrilling furiously at her. Just as she would always have a rather curious image of her own golden hair fanning out in a shimmering arc around her face and shoulder as her head spin to register the deliver van bearing inexorably down on her.
Then there was the ear piercing sound of screeching brakes, the acrid smell of burning rubber, and the warning cried from helpless onlookers who were seeing as clearly as she was seeing what was about to happen.
And even as the adrenaline did the exact opposite of what she needed to do for her and froze her utterly to the spot instead of jolting her into taking avoiding action— she still managed to note the terrible look on the delivery driver's face when he too realise he won't be able to stop without hitting her .
Then, she felt a thump on her right hand side, but not the pain that should have with it.
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