Live While We're Criminals (Niall Horan and Justin Bieber)

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Chapter 14

Allison

                “Allison, wait! Please!” the brunette shouted. I believe that the black haired guy and the brunette that is currently shouting are the only one’s names I don’t know, out of the 5 guys. My feet were hitting the hard rock pavement floor as I sped down the streets of L.A. I have no clue where I’m going. I’ve always been thought that if you have no clue where you’re going, than neither do the cops. This way, no one can be able to blockade you. I can’t even picture 50 FBI cars surrounding me, and I have no way out. That’s just a nightmare that I hope happens to no one.

                “What are you running from!?” Harry shouted. People started turning around. Some even recognized them because they took out their phones in a rush to try and catch a picture of the famous British-Irish boy band. I’m just praying that a bunch of screaming teenage girls will come out of no-where and jump on them. Making them stop running, and maybe then I’ll be able to finally think of where I can go. Somewhere far, far, from civilization. Having a normal life, is way out the question for me. It just hit me, that if I ever want a normal life, I’d have to do my time in jail. But I probably won’t be able to ever get out of there. I’ll probably be in jail for the rest of my life. I just have to stick to what I know best. Running. Fighting. Stealing… Killing.

                I can possible get myself a hotel room. Or I can buy myself a house… Somewhere in the woods… No. There’s no way I can buy a house now that I know someone’s always watching me. I buy a house, and the next night the entire headquarters of every police available will be at my doorstep.

                Maybe it wasn’t too smart for that idiot news reporter to have said that there’s a secret agent always watching me on National TV! Did he not think I might see it?! But I guess he kind of figured I would be running from the police, and not have time to see what he had to say. But then again… I am running…

                I turned a sharp corner into a narrow tunnel. It was the kind that you would see in movies and books. The entire tunnel is pitch black, except for the street lamps on the sidewalks, outside. From what I can make out, the walls surrounding this place are red bricks probably built in the 1900’s. If anything hard hits just five bricks in the center, this whole place will fall down and crumble to pieces.

                I continued running but five seconds later my body hit something hard. I groaned and touched my head. My skin prickled at the touch of a warm liquid on my fingers. Great, blood. Exactly what I needed in a time like this.

                I extended my free arm out and met it with cold bricks from a wall. Dead end. Fabulous.

                “Where is she?”

                “Shh!”

                “Both of you, shut up!”