Natalia
The sound of my running shoes contacting the pavement is loud. My breathing ragged and labored as I run as fast as I can back towards town. The bile rising into my throat as I try to process what just happened, the curb stopping me in my tacks as I trip up it. The tears that stung my eyes now streak my cheeks as I pick myself off the pavement. The fear, the anxiety burns in my chest.
“Jesus Christ, Natalia!” Chase yells as he runs towards me. “What the f**k happened to you? Where’s Crawford?” Concern evident in his tone.
How did he find me?
How long has he been here?
I have to get away from here. My mind wondering as my eyes se
