002. Slow, Slow, Quick! - April/May - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
His breath was coming in gasps, he lay (hopefully) hidden in a clump of bushes keeping himself still save for his heaving chest. He struggled to calm his breathing but it was only making it worse. It had never been this bad before. What had snapped? He never thought they would cross the line, he had only dreamt it - waking in a sweat on the floor with the bed sheets tangled around his legs.
If he wasn’t so scared he would have cried. He felt the tears pressing at the backs of his eyes and struggled to hold them back - he couldn’t make a sound. He had only made a hundred meters on them if that and they’d be by any second...any second!
Slow, slow, quick! Slow, slow, quick! And then quicker and quicker until he was gasping again. His lungs were going crazy again and he tried to calm them.
He lay so still he could feel the blood trickling down his face and chest and had to hold himself back from brushing it away. He couldn’t move. He HAD to calm his breathing and lungs but it was so hard to bite back the fear and calm himself down...it felt like his chest would burst...and then suddenly they were rushing past him - he covered his blood tainted mouth and held his breath for several aching moments - and then they were gone. They were gone. He could hardly believe it.
He lay there for an hour, not moving but his breathing thankfully (eventually) calmed. He counted every moment that went past as if in a daze. He just lay there and counted steadily. After the hour and not a single sound more he slowly dragged his sore body from the bushes and then, ignoring the way his body cried in pain, ran all the way home while he was sure they were still all out on the hunt. For him. He packed a bag, feeling surprisingly calm, filled a water bottle, took a towel and chose a few choice CDs. Then he took his car and drove away. He didn’t look back and hardly marvelled at how easy it had finally been. He knew somehow that he would never set eyes on the only home he had ever known and he actually felt, for the first time in years...happy.
He used most of the water to clean the dirt and blood from his face and body then changed into clean clothes. Once he was presentable he filled the car with petrol and then was off again, speeding without noticing it down the freeway. He had been driving for a good hour before he had suddenly pulled over; thankfully no one had been close behind. Where was he going? He had not a single idea.
Just anywhere in Australia or beyond where they wouldn’t find him, and he and the money he had inherited (which had started all this drama) would be safe and untouched by his (ex)family for good.
<--- 001. Free || 003. Toy --->
If he wasn’t so scared he would have cried. He felt the tears pressing at the backs of his eyes and struggled to hold them back - he couldn’t make a sound. He had only made a hundred meters on them if that and they’d be by any second...any second!
Slow, slow, quick! Slow, slow, quick! And then quicker and quicker until he was gasping again. His lungs were going crazy again and he tried to calm them.
He lay so still he could feel the blood trickling down his face and chest and had to hold himself back from brushing it away. He couldn’t move. He HAD to calm his breathing and lungs but it was so hard to bite back the fear and calm himself down...it felt like his chest would burst...and then suddenly they were rushing past him - he covered his blood tainted mouth and held his breath for several aching moments - and then they were gone. They were gone. He could hardly believe it.
He lay there for an hour, not moving but his breathing thankfully (eventually) calmed. He counted every moment that went past as if in a daze. He just lay there and counted steadily. After the hour and not a single sound more he slowly dragged his sore body from the bushes and then, ignoring the way his body cried in pain, ran all the way home while he was sure they were still all out on the hunt. For him. He packed a bag, feeling surprisingly calm, filled a water bottle, took a towel and chose a few choice CDs. Then he took his car and drove away. He didn’t look back and hardly marvelled at how easy it had finally been. He knew somehow that he would never set eyes on the only home he had ever known and he actually felt, for the first time in years...happy.
He used most of the water to clean the dirt and blood from his face and body then changed into clean clothes. Once he was presentable he filled the car with petrol and then was off again, speeding without noticing it down the freeway. He had been driving for a good hour before he had suddenly pulled over; thankfully no one had been close behind. Where was he going? He had not a single idea.
Just anywhere in Australia or beyond where they wouldn’t find him, and he and the money he had inherited (which had started all this drama) would be safe and untouched by his (ex)family for good.
<--- 001. Free || 003. Toy --->