She was running. Still running. Running so hard, as if it was a matter of life and dead. And it was. That was exactly her case. She was running for her life, but she didn't know that yet...
'Bolly!' A familiar voice shouted. Her head harshly turned to the side it didn't want to look. She knew the name Bolly refered to her. She knew that because it was the reason that made it so hard for her to actually look. 'Bolly! Come back to me, NOW!'
She was afraid. So afraid of the loud voice shouting at her. So afraid of him.
Her feeth had stopped moving. Her eyes were pointed at the shopwindow, showing costumers a televisionset. She knew if he wanted to, he could haunt her forever. She knew he already would. Even without showing up on every screen; On every frequency of the radiowaves. She knew he would haunt her till the end of days. His voice of the time they argued and he had shouted at her. His eyes burned into her memories. Eyes full of the hurt caused by the trust she had broken.
Blue eyes glared at her from the other side of the televisionscreen. 'Bolls, come back.' The voice lowered in its volume. His mouth still moved, demanding her to return. But it was as if someone took the remotecontrole and stopped her from listening.
'No!' Alex Drake screamed. She made fists of her hands and started hitting the glass that was seperating her from the televisionbox. Seperating her from Gene Hunt. The man who had shot her.
The television turned black. Minutes ago she would have begged him to stop shouting at her. But now it was as if her whole world turned into black with it. She cared for him. 'Don't leave me.' Alex cried, marking her way to the ground on the glas by letting her hands slide over it.
No. She wasn't afraid of him. She was afraid for him... It was a slight difference.
But she still kept on running.