CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“I trust you,” I say.
I’m not sure if I trust this rope, but I do trust Brian. And Brian seems to think that this will work. Plus, I'd rather die from a fall and have my death be quick than fall into the hands of someone who would torture me. I’d die either way anyway.
“Then jump,” he says.
And that’s that. Brian is running. I have no choice but to run with him.
So, I take a leap of faith and I run. Together, we run to the edge of the gorge, and then we leap.
It's the most terrifying thing I've ever done. It feels like leaping to my death. It feels like the worst thing imaginable.
I reach out for the rope and hope that I can grab it.
And I do.
I grab the rope and I swing. I use my momentum to get over the gorge, and then I jump.
I jump and I land on the ground.
We grab a hold of the ropes before they can fall back and cut them so our pursuers can't take the same path. Then, we drop the ropes into the gorge and we walk away together.