Chapter Hundred&Twenty-Nine

Eighteen Years Later.

Alexavia's POV

I wheezed as I ran speedily across the street, the armed men chased after me like a wanted criminal.

I was breathing so heavily, with my bag hung around her neck and dangling in the air.

Unfortunately, I stumbled over a stone and fell on the floor, hurting my ankle In the process.

“Ah”, I winced as the pain niggled at her.

Remembering the authorities were still after me, I jumped on my feet so I could resume running, but a bullet flew above my head and I froze.

“Don’t move!” A voice yelled.

“Hands in the air!”

“Now!”

I folded my lips and lifted my hands above my head. I could feel them coming close from behind.

“Interlock your fingers behind your head and get on your knees,” another said.

Their guns were all pointing at me.

“I haven’t done anything wrong” I replied, my voice sounding a little hoarse.

“Get on your knees, kid! Now!” Another yelled and I did as they said, falling to my knees.

“Just let me go” I growled. ‘

"I don’t wanna hurt anyone”.