CHAPTER 82

After about an hour we got to Ogwa town and I became more alert.

"If you should see your Aunty's house will you recognize it?" The dpo asked turning back to face me. I shifted uncomfortably on my sit not wanting to think back at the past.

"Yeah I guess so." I murmured. I was not interested in knowing anything about her house.

This whole environment brought nothing to me but bad memories.  I wished to forget everything about her, every single thing, but with a mind like mine it was next to impossible. That was the problem with having a good memory.

"Calm down. It will be fine I am here. No one will hurt you." Scar whispered into my ears when he sensed how uneasy I was now feeling.

He rubbed my thigh soothingly and I relaxed a bit. I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes enjoying the feel of his hand around my waist. His presence was all I needed to go into a different world of my own where I wasn't being pursued by a gang leader.

I soon became oblivious of everything as I let myself fall into a light sleep.

Scar seemed to be very alert unlike me and I could do with just that. I hated that I was now dependent on him, but I couldn't help myself from feeling that way.

The dpo brought the car to an abrupt halt causing my eyes to fly open.

I looked out the window to see that we were still on the road and now close to a bush.

"Let me get down here. Wait for me I need to do something." He informed us.

"What is that? Can't whatever it is wait until we are done?" Scar asked, narrowing his eyes. He was worried as he should have been. The road was lonely and covered with bushes. I didn't feel good about it either.

The dpo ignored him and took out the key from the ignition.

"I guess he wants to pie or something. Let him." I whispered to Scar, trying to calm him down.

"You guessed right as always. You see why I like you, you are a very smart girl!" The Dpo added. He grinned and winked at me. I felt the urge to throw up on his face but I settle for rolling my eyes at him.

More than five minutes passed and the dpo did not return. I started to get anxious and suspicious. It was possible that he had met his doom on the road, but it was even more probable that he had left us to face ours.

I looked out the window and swallowed. I was suddenly feeling very tensed. My palms were sweaty, as I was.

"Scar I know you said I shouldn't worry but something is wrong I can feel it and this is not just me being paranoid." I whispered harshly.

Scar touched my chin and smiled. "I trust your guts so if you feel something is wrong then it probably is. Let's get out of here! I've gotten what I wanted anyway. I can confront Ken myself. I do not need tallies." Scar replied.

He brushed his hands on my hair, putting it back in place. I wanted to do same to him but his hair was cut short.

"I think we should drive and leave the dpo behind, we can't walk."

"Is that not a bit selfish of you." He grinned but I knew he was contemplating it. "Though I must admit that its a good idea."

"It's not selfish of me. I am just trying to survive, the dpo can hop into the truck when the other officers get here. After all he is the reason they lost track of us. If he didn't drive so fast then they would have been behind us."

"The car keys are with him you know that right." Scar reminded me, his eyebrows raised.

"Shit that's true. I can't wait anymore though I'm getting down." I sighed, opening the door and jumping out.

Scar did same too.

I felt a little bit relieved but I didn't have time to enjoy it as I heard the voice I dreaded the most.

KEN

"Do not move an inch!" The voice ordered, sounding as triumphant as ever.

"Oh my!" He laughed. "You still don't understand it do you? MIRABEL! I am the cat and you are the mouse. Now your little running game can be exhilarating but I do enjoy the chase. No matter where you run or how fast you do, I will find you and I will eat you." My heart skipped and my stomach churned at the sound of his voice. Tears stained my vision as I fought hard to steady my trembling hands.

Scar turned around but I didn't. I didn't want to see his face. I didn't want to feel afraid anymore, so I closed my eyes.

Like those years ago, I thought that if I ignored him he would leave, I prayed so. This should just be a nightmare, I wished. But it wasn't. Ken was here and we had just been ambushed.