Am I Safe?

*“Look I have a lot of explaining to do.” Harry states stating the car and pulls out of the lot.
“You bet.” *
I keep my gaze outside the passenger side window. I can’t look at him, I know if I do I’ll have another panic attack but won’t be able to calm down this time. It’s been a whole 10 minutes of silence and he hasn’t started his explanation yet. Maybe he doesn’t have one, it was all just a hoax to get me to calm down and come with him. It’s not like I had a choice to go with him anyway. Maybe I should just throw up in his car, he would pull over and I could make a run for it. This could actually work. I can’t help but smile to myself at the thought of turning all of these men into the police. But wait, I don’t feel sick nor do I want to get sick. I could just pretend I guess. I lay my head against the window to find it surprisingly warm. I keep it there for a minute until I start my escape.
“Ugh” I groan holding my stomach. I can see Harry out of the corner of my eye glancing at me. He turns his attention back to the road when he accidentally swerves into the other lane.
“Alana is something wrong?” He asks me with concern in his voice. Yah right! Like he cares, I just shake my head and let out another groan.
“I feel sick.” I say putting a hand over my mouth and continue to clench my stomach.
“Shit. Are you sure? Can you wait maybe thirty minutes?” He says glancing down at the clock on the dashboard.
“No. ugh I’m going to be sick.” I lean forward a bit getting in position to “throw up” on his car floor.
“Oh no you don’t! Dammit Alana don’t you get sick in this car!” Harry steers the car to the side of the rode. I reach for the door handle and start gagging to add effect.
“Before I unlock the door are you sure you’re going to get sick? Is this just a girl problem?” Just let me out of the damn car! I groan again and turn to glare at him.
“If you don’t open this damn door there will be throw-up all over you and this car!” I lean forward gagging again.
“Okay okay! Go before you do it in here.” Harry gives in and unlocks the car. I turn and open the door as quickly as I can. I jump out and lean over making it seem like I was getting sick but then make a run for it when Harry got out of the car to check on me. We were on a pretty empty street so I ran into the road and crossed to the other side.
“Alana!” Harry finally realized that I left. Wow took him long enough. I keep running but I don’t see anything familiar yet. How long will I be able to keep this up? Wait he has the car he’ll definitely catch up to me and I’ll be back where I started. I need to hide. Looking around there is nothing but gas stations around. I hear Harry starting the car off in the distance. I make a sharp turn and run into a Shell gas station (company name). The lady at the register looks at me oddly when I crash through the doors and go straight to the back.
“Ma’am are you alright?” The lady calls after me. I wave her off and just point at the bathroom making it seem like I just needed to pee or something. I rush in the one stall bathroom and lock the door behind me. After taking a few deep breaths I inspect my surroundings. It’s better than being with Harry to say the least. The toilet was clogged the sick and walls were covered with black marker graffiti. I can see a cockroach crawling through a crack in the corner and the lights above me were flickering on and off. If I can stay here for thirty minutes then I’ll be safe and I can ask the lady at the register if I could borrow the phone and have Steven pick me up or something. I don’t want to sit down so I lean against the door close my eyes and just breathe for a moment. Thinking back at everything that has happened today makes the burning sensation in my nose to come back. I don’t want to cry right now but I can’t help it. What did I do, and what did they mean by they have been watching me? Wouldn’t I have noticed those two men following me around everywhere? I run my hands down the length of my face. I have just started my independent life; it surely couldn’t have been this hard for my parents. It is stressing me out to much. I try to keep my mind off the whole subject and think about the online classes I will be starting in a week. I can’t wait to start learning and getting my degree. I’ll get a job in philology, get my own home, meet someone, and start a family. I’ve always anticipated the moment I would marry or find out I was pregnant. I feel like those things would be huge milestones, but right now at this moment I’m not sure if my anticipated moments will even come true. Will I ever even see my mother again, my family, will Steven come looking for me? I start crying into my hands. This is weakness Alana you are stronger than this. I try to calm down but only get more worked up. This can’t be happening. But it is and I can’t do anything except hide. I feel so pathetic and stupid, how could’ve I not put the pieces together? Why did I actually go talk to that man? More importantly what business are these men running? I almost fall forward in surprise when there’s a knock on the door.
“Excuse me miss are you alright? The lady from the register calls out from the other side of the door.
“Uhh yah” I breathed out.
“If you are okay I am going to have to ask you to come out. There are other customers out here who have been waiting for the restroom.” I nod my head but then realize she can’t see me.
“Yes my apologies, can you just give me a minute?”
“Sure thing doll, just remember people are waiting.” When I hear her walk away from the door I turn to the sink and look in the broken mirror. I look like a mess, my hair’s a rat’s nest, my makeup is streaked and smeared all over my face, and my eyes are bloodshot. I turn the faucet on and quickly wash my face attempting to look presentable. I grab a towel and dry my face. I look back up at my reflection, I look a little better but not by much. My eyes were still blood shot and my cheeks were puffy. I ran my fingers through my hair fixing the best that I could. I give myself one last look before leaving the filthy bathroom. I keep my gaze down not making eye contact with any of the ladies in the hall. I hear one of them mumble ‘finally’ under their breath. It takes a lot for me not to turn around and glare at her. Just keep walking I tell myself don’t turn around. I make my way further into the gas station store I look around to make sure he wasn't here. Fortunately he’s nowhere in sight. I move closer to the front of the store to see if his car is in the parking lot. Before I turn the corner to reach the register I hear the lady in the front speaking very fast her voice rising
"I'm sorry sir but I can't help you! If you are not interested in purchasing anything then I am going to have to ask you to leave” I hear a man grunt in frustration.
"She is in here somewhere I saw her run in here! Please I am trying to help her if you would just help me find her!" I'm not even shocked that it's Harry. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that he would find me I just didn't want to believe it. I slowly start making my way to the back again ignoring the rest of their conversation. Once I reach the opposite. Corner of the building I stand on a box to see if he moved. I can spot the lady from the register but Harry is no longer there. I scan all the aisles and see a mop of curls walking toward the bathrooms. Great this is my time to escape. I have the sudden urge to hug myself. I'M OKAY! I am going to be okay, but only once I get outside. I hastily jump off the box and fast walk to the front doors. I come eye to eye with the sliding doors yes I am so close. Once I get out there I will start making my way through the back streets back home. There should be a phone box down the road as well. I have my plans set as I glide through the sliding doors giving the lady at the register a small appreciative smile.

Harry’s POV:
The lady at the register wouldn't tell me anything. She probably thinks I am a threat to her, bullshit I am the only thing saving her from being sold for sex and drugs. I'm glad we were able to get away from Blake and Edward. Ha those assholes actually thought I would work for them how naive can someone be? I told the women in front that I would use the restroom and leave. I walk to the back, and am about to open the men’s restroom door when I hear a squeal and a thump. I turn and hurriedly look around. I see her brown hair sticking out a little from above the shelf. She makes her way through the doors and I see her turn. I begin to follow her out when I get stopped by the lady in the front.
"If she ends up missing or hurt I have you on tape." the women points her finger me in warning. I curtly nod my head and then continue walking. I really need to make it to her before she gets stanched by Drakes men again. I am out the store and fast walking behind her in an instant. She hasn't gotten very far yet so I should be fine. I am getting really close now. I quicken my pace a bit but attempt to be as quiet as possible. My plan is short lived because of my clumsy footing I step on a pike of dried leaves that make a loud crunching noise. She turns around and stills for a moment. I meet her eyes and can see fear pass through them, I try a different tactic and start comforting her.
"Hey Alana it’s okay I am not here to hurt you just please don't run." I try reasoning with her. She doesn't give my words a second thought as she turns and sprints. Damn how much energy does she have? I sprint forward not giving up though. She keeps looking back to see if I am still following and each time she does this I call out her name and ask her to stop. None of it is any good, I look down at my feet giving myself the will to keep going when I look up she has her head turned to me
"Alana please stop! This is ridiculous let’s just talk." she shakes her head and runs faster I narrow my eyes at her. Next thing I know I’m nearly tripping over her body that fell face first merely seconds ago.

Notes

Sorry if this chapter is crap i wrote most of it in the middle of the night. nontheless though enjoy:) thank you so much for reading love you guys:)


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