CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I'm running and the feeling is incredible. Adrenaline floods through my body as I try to get away.

I am getting away. Or at least, I think I am. I look back and he's gaining ground, but the river is up ahead. And I know I can leap across it. I know I can get away.

I move faster, feeling this strength in my muscles. I know that if he gets ahold of me, I won't get away. He's stronger, but maybe I'm faster.

Adrenaline is my upper hand. He's just fighting to catch someone he can sell. I'm fighting for my life. And that motivation makes me faster. That motivation gives me strength like I've never had before.

I reach the river but I don't slow down. Instead, I propel myself forward, hoping to get across the water. If I can get across the water, I can get away from him.

If I fall though, I'm within his grasp. He’ll be able to do whatever he wants to me. And I don't even want to think about what will happen if the wrong person gets ahold of me.

I leap. My feet leave the ground and I hope