What About Us Last Request

Layla Roy | 16:10

-Layla! Hey? Count to 10.

-1...2...3.....4.....

-Good girl; okay I need you to get in the cafeteria. Use the washroom as cover and get out through the backdoor,- His voice was straight. After all those years Jerry still sounded cold just as he did when we first met. When he was on active duty.

-What!? No! Wait where are you going?? Jerry...don't leave me here,- I needed to look back but at the same time I was too afraid. There were two guys lurking around my car. One of them was even larger than Jerry himself. The counting didn't work this time.

-..I, listen Layla. Hey look here, they are getting closer; I need to do something. Move in with those people there, quickly.

-No! You can't just go. YOU CAN'T! Please..- Tears came out. Memories of past were taking place in again that day.

-I am not(sighs); we've been through worse situation than just being followed by two stupid thugs. Right?

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-You can do this. You're stronger than this.

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-A little girl is waiting for you inside. Let's make sure that you will have a great story to tell when we'll see her.

-Yes.

-Now..

-Jerry, we can't lead them to our doorstep.

-We can not...I am gonna have to isolate them.

-...I, why are they after me? I can't, think of anything...

-Alright, if they are after you that means management couldn't do their job. Which is, rare.

-You, you don't think...I am the target.

-I do; Layla, they have got us. C'mon move..

-Jerry!? What should I do?

-...

-(sobbing)..

-Give me the bag.

-Layla? Hey? Look at me,- I knew I was not making it any easy no matter how much I tried. Maybe the daily dose of adrenaline rush I was lusting for, the thrill of chase or excitement of running away from some guys packing a bullet with my name engraved were far fetched ideas for reliving the past. While having no idea of why they were after me I felt so helpless. When the reality starts to come after us, the mind tries to dig up any hopes it can find, which results in our actions. The face of Jane came in first in my head followed by my parents and surprisingly enough Selina's too. I couldn't let them down.

-Here is the bag.

-Let's hope I was right,- Even in the darkest moment there's always a light hidden somewhere. Mom would say that when we faced crisis.

My body was turning cold and stiff inside but I couldn't let any weakness hold me back.

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-...- Both of them were probably aware of our little exchange. They were ready to make their move waiting on us.


-Hey? Remember how I would talk about running away from here? I still want to do it. But,- I couldn't finish. All of a sudden my lips were sealed. It felt familiar. The warmth was of the same person who once came to me, a tough man running away from the inseparable loneliness after losing someone he had loved the most. I embraced him just as I had in past.

We kissed...I felt him coursing through my being.

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-We will; together as a family. Before that let's take care of our visitors.