"Jake! Stop Jake stop!" Leslie pleaded. She saw him glance at her and keep running.
Should I turn back? She wondered this as they ran along the Newfoundland hills, cars on their tails. If she went back she'd be in as much trouble as she would be getting caught. And if she kept running there was a chance that she could get away. She made the decision. Run.
Her legs felt like they were going to give away and her vision was blurry from the sweat. It may have been a cold September afternoon but she was boiling. All of a sudden Jake disappeared. She tried to stop but soon found out where he had gone.
They were in the water. Trying to swim to the surface to find Jake, she realized that he was doing the same thing.
"What the feck do you think you're doing?" she screamed at him.
"I told you to stay in the car." he replied coolly.
"Whatever, if we stay here we're going to get shot." she replied and began swimming for the other side of the river.
She got there first and got out of the water. She had lost her scarf and he coat was stuck to her skin, her hair matted to her face. She looked behind her to find Jake looking just as dismantled.
They were both out of breath and began looking for a place to sit and hide.
She was angry. She was freezing and felt numb all over but she knew that she was mad. And it was Jakes fault. It wasn't the first time and it definitely wouldn't be the last. No matter how much he made her mad, she-
Her thoughts were interrupted by Jake, of course. He began to run and Leslie felt no other option but to follow. She was staring at his back; he had lost his leather jacket in the water and his shirt was stuck to his back, outlining his muscular curves that made her heart skip a beat. Then she started wondering where they were going.
She saw the train and realized Jakes plan and direction. There was a train with an open cargo box that was unmoving on the tracks.
Jake didn't stop, he just leapt up in one step. She got up into the cargo box and didn't say a word. She sat in the opposite corner from Jake and curled up into a ball.
She was finally able to think and her brain began overflowing with what had just happened. She had just lost her job. The thought clicked in and tears began making wet paths on the now dry skin. She was uncontrollably shaking from the cold and fright. She laid down without glancing in Jake's direction and fell asleep, exhausted.
She woke up to movement, she felt sick to her stomach. She stared around the room and noticed two things that took her breath away; Jake and scenery flying past the open cargo door. She jumped up but was knocked down immediately by her sleeping legs and the train's movement.
"Jake!" she yelled over the noise.
He jumped up and fell back down, just as she did. He crawled to her side of the train and stared into her fear stricken eyes. She was terrified.
"Leslie, we'll find a way out of this okay? I promise." he said to her, laying a hand on her shoulder.
She began crying and laid her head on his chest for comfort and stabilization. She was going to puke.
