VERGLAS (Complete)

ESCAPE part 2

When I saw the cop in front of me, I literally s**t my pants. I gasp and curses under my breath. f**k!! A cop! I need to think of alternatives to escape from this place. I need to hurry as I Am lacking time. i take few small steps to leave but slip and fall in the grass. But, thank goodness that the cop is few meters away from me with his back facing to me. I quickly cover my mouth so he won't hear me uttering a cry. While taking a support from my hand, I get up and I take the further steps carefully. I am not sure but I guess he is looking for me here or maybe he is waiting for his alliances or guarding the backyard but whatever he is doing; he is not doing his job properly. I don't care; I need to get out from this mess, anyhow.

I sneak out from the place carefully and I hide behind the trash bin to cover myself for a while. "Ewe…" I scrunch my nose because of the pungent smell of trash and it stinks so bad that I Can't spend a second tolerating it. I squeeze my nose gently and try to hold on my breath for a while. I stay low for a few more minutes so the cop won't suspect anything suspicious, but I could not bear the stink for a longer time. I need to hide somewhere else and that to be done hastily.

 I look for my runway to get clear because I Can't hide for behind this trash bin anymore. I look for the cop, but he is nowhere to find now. I startle immediately but sigh in relief when I saw him inspecting the backyard of my house. s**t! Is he suspicious? I have to be careful. He is checking the back door of the house. Oh my god, he will find out I have escaped and inform his alliances.

The cop pulls out his walkie talkie and says something through it, which is not audible. He went inside the house and I got the opportunity I needed. "bingo!!!" I whisper to myself and stand out from the hiding place and I ran like a maniac to the opposite direction of the house. I keep running as far as I Can, without looking behind.

 People passing by me are giving me weird and awkward looks of the Millenium but it's not their fault, I can relate that I Am looking like a mental patient who has escaped from an asylum. Well, I won’t correct them, that's not my job. The place I used to stay with my foster mother was far worse than asylum itself.

It's so tiring to run for your life. I stop I try catching my breath after running for over 30 minutes. I sit on a vacant bench and rest for a while; But I suddenly felt an urge to throw up and I empty my stomach with my vomit littering on the ground. I notice a local restaurant near me so I went to the inside to use the washroom.

When I look at myself in the mirror, I yelp at my reflection. Yes! I look horrible. My tear-stained face with sweat and my hair are messy. I wash my face with cold water and pull my hair into a bun. I cover my hair with the hood I Am wearing and I went out of the restaurant. My throat is burning and it itches badly in thirst. So I bought a water bottle from a local vendor. I have to save my money in cases of emergency because bad things won’t come announcing their arrival. i drink the water and leave the place. Maybe the cops will find me there.

I reach the nearby subway station and sit on one of the vacant benches outside. The station is close now and I have nowhere to go. I feel alone in this cruel world, more I am scared and terrified from the event of the night. The guilt is consuming me and the terror is haunting from the inside, but I can’t stay here for a longer period. It is already pass the midnight; and  I was thinking constantly about the all the happenings of the day. It was all normal since the morning, but I never thought I will ever escape from Ellen’s grip, not in this way. I agree that she is a terrible woman, but this world is much worse terrible than her.

I get up from the bench and start walking towards a crowded area. To feel safe, more secure than wandering in the lonely streets. The police probably be searching for me, which I have skipped from the mind. The area appears to be deserted as the crowd is nowhere to be seen, and it frightens me. I don’t want to get into any trouble, so I take a cab instead of walking down the road. I call one of the cab to stop and ask the driver, “take me to the bus station.” he agrees and I get inside and felt relaxed. 

“That will be 100 dollars.” the driver says.

My mouth hangs open wide, “don’t you think you are overcharging? It hardly takes 20 minutes to reach bus station.” I object.

"Miss, it is too late at this hour and we get few fares at this hour. The charges automatically raises after the midnight.” The driver explains to me, I huff but agree to give him 100 dollars as I have no intention to walk down that road at this time of the dark, plus the police is already looking for me. If I reach the bus station quickly, then I leave this place as soon as possible, and the police won’t be able to find me. At least, I can hope for that.

The ride to the bus station is silent. I feel more relieved, and I relax my sore legs after running so long. The soft music playing in the background is drifting me to sleep, but I decide not to take a short nap, not even in this cab.

“Miss, we have reached at your destination” the driver said and I came out of my semi nap mode. I paid him 100 dollars and get out of the car. He was right! There are very few people.

I went inside the bus station. I look at the bulletin board, but only to get more confused. I don’t know where to go. Now I am getting frustrate to the core. I want to pull out my hairs from the scalp. I am exhausted with all this escape thing and I don’t know what to do in my life anymore. With this little money, I don’t even know what to do and where to go? where I will start a new life; I am not even 18, yet. No one will give a job to an underage.

I am so lost and hopeless right now. I bend over to my lap, crossing my arms around my head; All I Want to do is to cry out loud. I am regretting the decision of running away from the home. I could have told the truth to the police. I could have tried convincing Ellen about Adam’s intentions, but I escaped from everything because I am a coward, weak and timid in reality. I am a hopeless person; I think Ellen was right, that I am useless because my parents disowned me.

I got distracted by the announcement which was that the last bus to Toronto was leaving in 5 minutes. I went back to the place where I had spent first 7 years of my life.

I rushed to the counter and pay for the fare ticket of the bus. The cashier gives me the ticket with the change and I hurried to the platform. When I reached the platform, the bus already left, so I run towards it, shouting like a maniac, “please! Stop!! Let me get in!” the conductor gives a sign to the driver to stop the bus immediately.

I stop at the front of the door; the conductor is looking angry, but his expressions get soft when I raised my hood up. “Get in, child. I guess it’s your lucky day!” yeah! Lucky day! Exactly!

I show my ticket to him and he allotted me a vacant seat, and I thank to the all mighty to get a window seat. I made myself comfortable on my seat and try to divert my mind, but my heartbeats are pacing like a hurricane.

I wipe the sweat which is formed on my forehead while looking outside the window. I wonder I am really leaving this place. In a few hours, I will be back in Toronto. The place I can call home.

I calm down after sometime and felt relieved, but not for long. Suddenly, the bus jerks when slams on the brake. I assume that another passenger is getting inside the bus, but soon the realisation hits me and i lose the colour of my place. A cop gets on the bus.

IT’S A f*****g POLICE OFFICER!!!