The Fine Line We Walk
Chapter 2
Author's Note: Alright guys, this is it. The conclusion for 'The Fine Line We Walk', from Grace's POV of course. Sorry it took so long to update, but I've been busy with my other stories. As always, reviews are appreciated and I hope you enjoy!
Grace's POV.
I sit quietly in the back of the S.U.V. between two men. I don't want to say anything that may cause them to afflict damage on me. They haven't caused me any harm yet, but I don't dare push my luck. I'm blindfolded and puzzled. Why did that old man ask so many questions about me, about my life, about…. him? The man who was as sweet as they came, the man I loved, the man whose funeral I attended 4 years ago. This man, was Harold Martin. My soul mate. There had been many a time, when I had considered joining him in death. But decided not to, for I knew that he would scold me for all eternity. I suppose that I still have things to do here on this earth, and apparently one of those things consists of being blindfolded in the back of a black S.U.V. We suddenly swerve quickly around a corner and stop. I hear the doors swing open, and a strong arm pulls me out. I feel myself being carefully pushed along what is probably an empty road. I'm frightened greatly. My muscles tense, and my blood runs cold as one of the men leans down in my ear.
"Walk a straight line, 100 paces. Don't take off the blindfold until you're all the way there."
I begin slowly walking and counting my steps.
*.5.….*
It seems as though I can hear faint footsteps in the distance coming towards me. I continue walking, the opposite footsteps growing louder in my ear with each move I make. My heart thumping louder with each breath I take.
*.….*
I can't help but feel as though, this other person is trading their freedom for mine.
*.…..*
I feel this person's presence directly in front of me now. I try to move over and out of their way, but I wind up loosing my balance instead. A strong arm, no doubt a man's, grabs my arm and keeps me from falling over. I smell his cologne. It smells exactly like the one Harold used to wear. I take in a deep breath, heaven only knows the next time that I'll be able to smell that sweet scent.
"Thank you."
I keep walking, but can feel eyes staring into my back like daggers. I keep counting and walking.
*.84.…..*
Another arm grabs mine and disrupts my counting. I feel myself being quickly escorted into the back of another car. I wait until the car is moving away before I take off my blindfold. I quickly look out the back window and catch a glimpse of a man limping towards the men whom held me captive. He's too far away to see or identify. I turn around in my seat and sit silently for the remainder of the ride. I keep thinking of him. The man who just traded his life for mine. The man whom I had encountered on the fine line in which I had walked.
-fin
Author's Note 2: I hope you guys enjoyed this short, sweet little story. Let me know what you thought! :D
