eighty-one

"Caleb?.. how the hell did you escape?" I asked. staring at the owner of the car.

"It doesn't matter." Someone called the policemen on purpose. It was to frame us all, or rather, get us all.

"Who could that possibly be?" I asked. I was done panting and am now relaxed. This was obviously the first time I have had this kind of run in my life ever since I have lived.

"And who owns this old excuse car?" I asked, and I was also curious to know how he got away and when he started to drive his own car. Fine he has a car of his own but this.... This is supposed to be a 1990 model.

"Ehmm...robed it. I couldn't hesitate to take it away from the old man, not that I really wanted to hurt him.

"What did you just do?" You actually took that from an old man when I have warned you nit to hurt any innocent person even if it's on my name. I wouldn't accept it. I couldn't contain my anger. Ever since Kiara's grandmother's death, I have added both old men and women to the list of people I can never ha