I trudged along on the road, watching my breath turn into condensation in the cold frosty air. It was, last time I had checked, half two. Which meant I had another half an hour to get to the park, and I was in no rush. I wasn't able to make up my mind about the whole thing. Do I want to see him, or do I not? I juggled these thoughts back and forth but my mind tired and I couldn't think straight anymore. Instead I focused on the dense woodland beside me. There was a path of green grass alongside the road which I used very rarely. But I found it was a quicker way to the hospital. It wasn't a busy road, but big enough. A waste really. No cars seemed to be about, so I thought I was safe enough from abductors.

I thought.

It was another five minutes or so when I heard a car behind me. I kept on ahead but was a little quicker because of my over paranoia.

I heard the engine get louder and louder, and the car was right beside me. I didn't dare to look , but I was sure they were looking at me. I gulped and suddenly had a very very bad feeling about all of it.

"Excuse me!," a male voice called.

The car was driving alongside me. I didn't look.

"Sorry! Excuse me!," they hollered.

I looked but kept my pace. A man was sitting in the driver's seat, and nobody was accompanying him. He had brown curly hair, and a dazzling friendly smile. I didn't let my guard down.

"Hello! I'm lost, and looking for the hospital somewhere around here. My wife is in labour." He grinned. "I have to get there quickly, but I'm a little lost. Would you give me directions?"

Lie, lie, lie, I thought, terrified.

"I don't know," I said in a British accent. Oh God, what the hell are you doing?

The car stopped. "You must know something," he said, laughing a little too loudly.

I shook my head. "No, sorry."

I looked away and continued to walk, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

"Hey, kid!"

This voice was much scarier.

I turned around in utter fright.

"Get in the car," he said darkly. "Now."

My body stiffened, and my feet started going back.

"No?," he asked. "Would it make a difference if I had a gun, perhaps?"

I saw no gun, and wondered if this was a trick. But I couldn't see his right hand, which was by his door on the inside of the car. His left hand rested on the steering wheel.

I hadn't a clue what I was going to do.

But then…..it was possible. Dangerous, as I may lose my life because of it. But I wasn't going anywhere with him. My legs started towards the back door and he snorted triumphantly. I let my hand rest on the handle of the door for a second. I watched him in the mirror on his door. He was focusing on the road that lay ahead, not even bothering to check if I was getting in. My body tingled….and I was off as quick as the wind towards the dense woodland.

I heard no shots. He had lied.

But I heard his yells. "Kid, get back here! NOW!"

I ignored him and entered the trees, running and running and running.

My breath was starting to run out, for I was not great at running. But I decided not to think about it. The only thing on my mind was whether or not the man would follow me and find me. So I kept running.

The trees were getting thicker and denser by the second, and I had barely any space to run without tripping over endless branches and twigs on the forest floor. So I finally stopped behind a large round tree trunk, leaning on it with one hand for support as I gasped for air.

I covered my mouth with my free hand and kept still to listen for any movements: and there seemed to be none. I still didn't feel completely satisfied and kept quiet.

After several attempts of telling myself to be brave, I finally peeked round the right of the tree. Nobody was around, except for the odd bird tweeting and hopping along.

I let out a whoosh of breath – but it was interrupted.

Hands grabbed my shoulders and I instantly attacked.

"GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF! LEAVE ME ALONE! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

He was trying to grab my hands to stop me from hitting him but missed continuously.

"REMY! CUT IT OUT!"

I gasped. Had he been stalking me for ages or something?

I hit even harder again and again.

"REMY!"

He successfully grabbed my arms and pulled them to the sides of us, and tears streamed out of my eyes. This was it. This time I really was done for. I closed my eyes and waited for it to happen.

And waited.

And waited a little more.

Nothing had hurt me yet.

I peeked. A teenage boy with curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes was staring at me worriedly.

"But – I – what?," I stammered.

"Are you okay? Did the man hurt you?"

"No, no….how did you – when did you – what!?"

I was completely shell shocked. But pretty soon, I was angry.

"You – you – utter twat!," I yelled furiously. "Were you planning on giving me a heart attack? Or was it just a split second decision to have a dig at me?"

"Calm down," he said, his face still worried. I pulled my arms out of his grip and scowled.

"I think we should go to the park," he said nervously after a few seconds.

"There is no way in heaven and earth I am going out there! In case you've forgotten, there's a demented kidnapper out there that's taken a liking to me."

"He's gone. I saw him leave. He didn't even get out of the car."

I was puzzled. "Oh."

"I was about to come save you: honest! I saw you at the car door and thought you'd gone stone mad. I was about to dart out and get you, only –"

"I legged it for my life because I'm not stone mad."

He nodded.

"He said he had a gun," I said. "But he would've shot me if I ran, which was what I was willing to risk. So, if you put two and two together" – I put my two fists together - "no gun."

I studied him. He only looked at my eyes.

"Hello? I've got a million questions that need answering, and you're not bailing out now!"

He ignored me. "Has anyone ever told you your eyes are so bloody big?", he asked.

I frowned. "Eh, no, not many people."

He didn't respond, but continued to stare.

"Well, are we getting a move on anytime soon or are you just gonna have a great gawp at my eyeballs all day?"

He seemed to come back to reality and nodded. "Let's go."

He started walking and I followed, and sentence from my late loved one playing on repeat in my mind.

"I know you told me not to intervene in your love life, but this is some seriously messed up shit."

A/N : Short, I know. I haven't updated for ages, sorry about that I have to study for the Christmas Exams, so updates will be slow like this. I'm sorry, and I hope I haven't lost too much readers…. ~G