Week 245 – A man she thought was dead was walking towards them

Pain burned through her leg, and Zara cried out in surprise.

Adam lunged at her, wrapping an arm around her waist and taking her to the ground in one smooth motion. He rolled them so he took the brunt of the impact then rolled them behind the stone pizza oven.

“Stay down,” he ordered as he reached up to do something.

A man she thought was dead was walking towards them. Zara gasped. She had to be wrong but she wasn’t. He was there, with a gun, and that same evil smirk she remembered so well.

He was going to kill her, Adam too, although she had no idea why he had followed her here or why he wanted her dead.

She scrunched her eyes closed, unable to watch the gunshot that would end her life.

The gunshot was loud.

She waited for pain, or blackness, or white lights, or whatever accompanied death, but there was nothing.

“We have to get moving, they’ll send more men,” Adam said, and she felt his arms slip beneath her knees and around her shoulders and he lifted her.

Cautiously she cracked open an eye to see if she really wasn’t dead and saw the man who had come after her was the one who had died.

Adam must of shot him first.

Now he was carrying her quickly back inside. She’s brought trouble to his peaceful refuge, he could have died because of her.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

“Not your fault,” he said as he set her down on a couch in the living room.

“It is. I know him. He was here for me,” she admitted.

His eyes widened in shock then narrowed in suspicion, and she suddenly realised what he meant when he said he was dangerous. This Adam knew how to kill, how to inflict injury, how to be cold and unfeeling.

“How do you know him?” he demanded, his voice low and threatening.

Zara shrunk away from him, trying to find safety in the couch cushions. “H-he was m-my dad’s best fr-friend, but he a-always scared m-me. I was t-told he died somewhere in S-South America.”

A shocked gasp escaped his lips but he no longer looked at her like he could snap her neck at any second. “We need to talk,” Adam said, “but first I need to take care of your leg so we can get out of here.”

As she watched him disappear she wondered whether he was taking her with him to protect her or because he thought she’d done something wrong. She had no idea what was going on.