“..girl..important.” Is what I can make out of what the fat man is saying.
“No.. mine” Jon replies.
Who is this girl? Why is she so important? I’m pondering this and almost don’t notice the gun the man’s hand is reaching for from his back pocket. Almost. My heart leaps to my throat. I have no idea what to do. Should I help Jon, and risk getting killed myself, leaving Kloe and Trissa to fend for themselves? Or should I just do nothing, and let the man who quite possibly saved my life get killed?
Without really thinking, I jump out from behind the dumpster and run as fast as I can toward the man. He hears me and turns to look, and aims his gun. Everything seems to go in slow motion for that moment. I’m about 3 feet in front of him when I see his finger twitch as he curls it around the trigger, and I throw myself forward onto the ground. Without a moment’s hesitation, I swing my legs around, knocking the man off his feet. He falls with a loud THUD.
For a minute, I stand there worrying that someone heard us. When nothing happens, I calm down a bit. I look up, but Jon is nowhere to be seen. Great, I think, Leave me to clean up YOUR mess.
I kick the man to make sure that he’s not faking unconsciousness. He doesn’t move, so I deem it safe to move him. I drag his body further down into the alley, and behind the dumpster which I was hiding behind just minutes before.
I reluctantly search his pockets to see if there’s anything worth finding. In his coat pocket, I find a wallet. Not wanting to stay at the scene of the ‘crime’, I grab the wallet and hurry out the alley. To my content, my bike is still leaning against the brick wall, groceries still inside the basket. I put the wallet inside the grocery bag and tie it, just to be safe.
I take off down the street as fast as I can. I’m not really aware of what I’m doing anymore. You know that feeling where everything is like a dream? You see and hear what’s going on around you, but you’re just stuck inside your head, with your body acting for you? Well, it might just be me, but whatever. I think it’s what they call adrenaline, but I’m not exactly sure.
Let me tell you, there’s something special about riding down the empty street at full speed, wind blowing your hair, after having a brush with death. It really brightens the mood! I feel free, for once in my life, and I’m going to enjoy it. For once, I’m glad that the ride home is so long.
I probably should be worrying about what happened to Jon, and the fat man, but I really don’t want to. I want to live in the moment, I want to be free from my life.
The rest of the ride goes by way, way too fast, and I’m home in what feels like 5 minutes, though I know it’s been closer to half an hour. I grab my keys from the lanyard around my neck and unlock the front door, opening it quietly. Once I’m inside I turn around and carefully close the door, locking it behind me.
Determined to put what happened in the alley behind me, as much for my sake as for my family, I continue on with my daily routine.