Hells Heaven

Chapter Eight

Going through that exit door was one of the hardest things I've done. My mind is everywhere, I keep getting small flashes of emotion that difinitly isn't mine, my own are all over the place and its all melding into one so I don't know who I am anymore. I really need to stop, take a breathe and calm my mind, but I'm running scared right now. I need Urban, I need to get to Urban.

Rounding the side of the building, I get to a car park with around 20 bikes. Only problem is short man is doing something with a bike not far from the red one that's Emmie's. There is no way I can sneak past him and get out of here before he raises some sort of alarm.

I carefully place my box and bits down and sneek up behind him. Thankfully he's completely ingrossed in his task. I grab his short brown hair yank him back throw him to the ground, before he can register anything I bring my foot down heel first onto his temple.

"lights out." I whisper.

I grab my stuff. Jump on the red bike and get the hell out of dodge.

Tears are streaming down my face making it harder and harder to figure out where the hell I am. My feet are killing me after all the running over gravel and other stuff I have small cuts, they will heal if I give then a bit of time unfortunately that's one thing I haven't got. Plus have you ever ridden a bike with no shoes yeah I wouldn't advise it either.

I really need to pull over before I cause an accident. Pulling over into what looks like a quiet residential area. I get off the bike and sit on the pavement with my back against someone's wall. Tipping my head back I close my eyes and try to clear my mind.

So much has happened in such a small space of time. Where the hell do I go from here. I thought my twin and myself were the only half witches. Obviously we're not as Emmie is one. Does that mean I have a coven? I didn't think I would! What the hell am I going to do? Why did the shifter kidnap me? what does he want with me? Whats Emmie doing with him? I can still feel her concern and fear for me but under that I can also feel her contentment and excitement. This is going to take some getting used to.

I don't know how long I sat there thinking, breathing and just being. The emotions in me have calmed Emmies and mine. A violet truck pulls in behind the bike. Urban. I told him not to get something that drew to much attention. Now I've never been so thankful to see it or him.

The door opens, his eyes make contact with mine, he gives a small nod towards the bike.

"stolen?"

I shake my head, "no," and hold up the key.

He raises his eyebrow, "you okay?"

Shakeing my head again, "no" silently the tears come again. "you've missed a lot."

With a small smile, Urban walk to the bike kicks the stand and pushes it to the back of the flat bed. "I see you found Pinky? Was that before or after you got kidnapped?"

With a massive sigh on my part I get to my feet, I really hate this distance that's been between us ever since that stupid kiss, but I have no idea how to make it better.

I get in the passenger seat and put my selt belt on, then crank up the heat so it's near boiling. Urban gets in and sit behind the wheel, and passes me the blue box. I open it quickly to make sure Emmies hair is still there. "After. How'd you find me?" I ask.

"I never lost you, Luna. I knew when you left the club, I saw you were in that warehouse. Then followed you after I watched you knock the bear shifter out. I've been sitting over there in the truck waiting for you to calm down, the last 2 hours." he informed me.

Hearing him call me Luna was like a punch in the gut. He's been doing that for the last 6 months. I feel so alone right now and I need my Urban.

" Phone GPS? Your so much better at this technology stuff then me. " I state.

He gives a nod, turns his attention to the road and starts to drive. Presumably back to dad's apartment, putting my hands in front of the blowers, and rubbing them together pretending to warm them up whilst I study Urban.

I let out a small giggle, trying really hard to surpress it. Yeah the more I tried to, the harder it got. Till I was full on laughing hysterically. "what were you doing when you noticed I wasn't on my way back to you?" finally managing to get myself under control, I asked him.

With a smirk, he gave me a quick look, "in the shower."

The look he gave me reminded me of my urban, not the moody one that's been sharing a living space with me the last 6 months. I wanted to cry and hug him and never let him go.

Finally, we pulled in front of our place, Urban turns completely towards me, still with his trademark smile, "what so you don't like what I'm wearing? Whats wrong with it? I think I look smashing, don't you?"

"smashing would be one word, but did you have to stretch my pink top, they definitely do not go with your lime green shorts, and Urban a flip flop and a trainer, I mean really you couldn't of taken 5 more minutes to get dressed properly?" I asked.

"come on, let's get you in and let you have a nap. Will the bike be okay in the truck for now?"

I nod and we make our way in, "I'll just put this box in dad's safe, then I'm going to take a nap." I shout to Urban I I walk down the little hall towards my bedroom.