Chapter 11 - The abandoned prison

The car zoomed across the road, swerving from side to side at full speed. I spot a sign that reads:

KIRKWOOD HIGHWAY

"Turn left at the next traffic lights," I whisper, scarcely believing what was happening. Alex nods, I sense his confusion, his doubt and his worry. I know that I'm doing wrong, asking him to do this and I should let him have a choice. The traffic lights turn red as we come to a stop. "Wait." Alex turns to me and frowns, "What?"
"You should have a choice," Alex tilts his head sideways. "You're getting yourself in trouble, helping me. Are you sure you want to do that? That is to say...if you want to back out, back out now," my voice sounds determined and full of courage, neither of which I am.

Alex breathes deeply, I can tell he's thinking hard. "I'm not going to back out,"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive," I wonder what is going on in his mind at that time. What must he be thinking, getting himself into so much trouble like this? But I can't say I want him to go. I need someone to help me. "Okay," I say, smiling. Alex grins back and for a second there's just pure silence. We stare at each other and smile, everything around us dropping away; the noise, the traffic, the sky. "Hannah, there's something I need to-"
"YOU'RE HOLDING UP THE LINE!" an angry Truckee screams from behind us. "You better step on it," I say.

This is it. The battle has begun.

...

Alex gasps as we arrive outside the old forgotten building. "Isn't that a-?"
"Yep,"
"Abandoned?"
"Yep,"
"And we're here because?"
I shake my head. "Hannah, you need to tell me whats going on," I shake my head once more.
"Hannah?"
"No." I turn my head away from him. "If there could be anything, anything you could do to help me...just don't ask, don't ask," I whisper, hoping he can't see my tears. "Okay,"
Something must have come over me, because suddenly I hug him tight and start to sob. He seems taken aback by this, but he hugs me back and lets me soak his T-shirt with my wet, angry tears. We sit in that car holding each other for what seemed like hours. Finally I draw away from him and smile. Wiping the tears out of the corners of my eyes with my shirt. "Thanks. I really needed that,"
"No problem," he grins at me again, his perfect grin. His hair has flopped over to one side and is covering his eyes. His sky blue eyes glisten with concern for me.

No chance. You're not going to fall for him!

Too bad. I already had.

...

I look at the prison. It's old concrete walls hid so many killings. No body would have known what was going on here, no body could have known how many illegal deaths were going on in this government drived building.                It reminded me of my dad.


Murder, Betrayal, Death 


"WHAT?"
"Honey, sweetheart let me explain,"
"No! You know what you did, there's not reason for it,"
"She knew too much, darling,"
I staggered backwards, breaking a lamp as I did so.
"So what? You're going to kill me too? Your only daughter?"
"No. I can protect you. We can work together! You and me," He drawed closer a smile on his face and his arms open wide. The moon shed a slimmer of light through the curtains and I saw a knife in his hand.
"I'll never work with you! I'll call the police, I will!" I realised the mistake of a life time as those words left my lips. "Ha ha, I thought so..."


"Alex?" I say, with a quiver in my voice. Alex smiles, a soft smile.
"What do you need me for Hannah? I won't let you down,"
"I need a distraction,"

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