Chased Across the World

"Right or left?" Callie panted as we reached the corner. We had barely paused when I answered her.

"Right!" Without hesitation, we began sprinting down the block, bags bouncing between our shoulder blades annoyingly. Our breath came harshly, oxygen barely filling my lungs. My heart knocked against my rib cage, pounding with adrenaline and anticipation. Somewhat close behind us, I could hear the growl of the engine as the boys chased us down. I could feel them gaining on us, the squeal of the tires drawing closer with every passing millisecond.

"Right!" Callie shouted from beside me, urging us in the next direction at the new intersection. As if on autopilot, I wheeled that way, Callie right next to me. There was a surprising moment of peace and quiet, where the car was still behind us and not around the curve. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of an alley. Maybe we could loose the boys in there. On instinct, I dragged Callie by her elbow onto the gravel path. Our heads whipped side to side, searching for a hiding spot in the barren road.

Bushes?

No.

Trees?

No.

Over the fence?

God no.

Big dumpster?

Faintly, I heard the car shriek as it drove around the bend and onto the street that you could still see us from.

It'll have to do.

We had just shut the lid over our head, secluding ourselves in the terrible stench, when we heard crunching gravel. A horrid odor swarmed our senses. Don't puke, Jasmyne. Do. Not. Puke. Ewww, people need to seriously change their garbage. Maybe someone should invent scented trash bags? Then again...maybe not.

My gaze drifted to meet Callie's. Hopefully, they won't find us. If they do, I don't know what will happen. I tried to get Callie to understand my silent apology for getting her into this. She just rolled her eyes and looked away. I don't know why I try. She's probably enjoying all this right now. She loves this kind of stuff. All the action and thrill? Right up her alley.

Crunch.

I knew it the moment the sound popped in my ear that the dreaded car had stopped on the path in front of us. I bit my lip anxiously, closing my eyes to the sight of bagged waste. I still can't believe I'm sitting in this. Well...a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Still...this is nasty. Ugh.

"Where'd they go?" I heard a voice growl angrily. Harry. I knew it instantly. All that time with having to rely on just my ears, I seemed to have learned all their voices and committed them to memory. Yay me?

"Are you sure they went this way?" Zayn asked. Does he actually care about where I am? Honestly, I wouldn't know. Before he was mean, then he was nice. Who knows anything when it comes to him?

"Positive." Harry snapped.

"Dude, chill. Maybe you were wrong." Louis tried to calm him down. I could see the image in my mind. Harry's hard gaze scanning the alley. The boys watching him cautiously as if he were a ticking bomb.

"I don't think so, Lou."

"Maybe though."

"No."

"Maybe." Lou tried one last time.

"Fine! Maybe. God dammit!" Harry snarled. I heard the pitter patter of rocks connecting with the front of the dumpster Callie and I resided in. He must have kicked them or something.

"I've got an idea." Liam announced. "How bout we split up? Three of us check around that way. Two check around here. Sound good?" I heard grumbles from the rest of them. Talking became soft until finally I heard the crackling of stones as the car drove away. Which two stayed here? Or did any of them?

There was no sound. I couldn't even hear the sound of footsteps anymore. I glanced over at Callie. Her face showed exactly what mine did. Fear and anxiety. Suddenly, there was a rustle of leaves. I couldn't tell which direction it came from, but I know it was someone checking the bushes. Oh my, they're checking possible hiding places.

Please don't check the garbage can.

Please think that just because I'm a girl that I wouldn't jump in this darn dumpster.

There was another rustle.

Please dear lord skip this giant dumpster that is totally noticeable.

And another.

Please oh please oh please!

Another.

Oh god, it sounds like it's coming closer.

Then nothing. It stopped as quick as you could snap your fingers. I smacked a hand over my mouth, trying to quiet my breathing. It didn't help. At all. My eyes were glued to the lid above me, praying that it stayed shut.

God must not have heard me.

"Do you enjoy swimming in trash?"

Notes

Sorry it's been a while. I had to think about how I wanted this chapter to go....

1.Who opened the dumpster???
2. What's gonna happen now????
Love y'all

Izzy<3