Chapter 113: In Your Hands

TREVOR

I took a life for her and I became a fugitive, living from hand to mouth and constantly evading capture but not anymore, I need to get out of this city for good.

I didn’t want to kill Ashley that day, after I knocked her down to prevent her from shooting Scarlett, she was determined to still do it and while wrestling with her for the gun, I mistakenly pulled the trigger and she died on the spot.

I became scared, I panicked and did the only thing I could do, bury her body and run for my life. The first few days were the hardest, having to rely on my boy scout skills and living in the open forest, feeding on fruits and nuts and weaving leaves and vines for shelter.

For the last three months, I shaved my head bald, scarred my face and went to the one place they will never look for me in, the slums of the city, among the depraved and starved, the junkies and the homeless.

I even got a job as a truck loader in an illegal factory that pays cash, just enough money for the smoke and b