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Post by melly on May 23, 2018 7:50:28 GMT -5
Note to self—don’t make Sheila mad enough to punch me. Apparently she packs a wallop!
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Post by sportsgirl on May 23, 2018 9:12:54 GMT -5
I am pretty sure Sheila will help her..But they need to get out there ASAP.
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Post by heroicmuse on May 23, 2018 10:23:52 GMT -5
In not sure there's time to help anyone. Hopefully the train won't hit the bus while people are in it
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Post by fluffysmom on May 24, 2018 17:54:57 GMT -5
Unfortunately Hope probably doesn't have time to save the guard. She needs to save herself. I'm on the edge of my seat.
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Post by Kpatch on May 25, 2018 5:35:28 GMT -5
Chapter 7b
“Yeah well, my so-called-friend-turned-rat didn’t care about my family when he arrested me and my brother,” Sheila remembered
“Okay, fine. You can tell me your life story later,” Hope said, unable to hide her exasperation. “Meanwhile, help me lift him.”
The oncoming train’s whistle blared long and loud. Sheila turned toward the front window. “Train’s getting closer.”
“No kidding! The sooner you help me, the sooner we’ll get out of here.”
“You really won’t leave without him? You got a family too, lady.”
Tears welled in Hope’s eyes. “Please.”
“Oh hell.” Sheila helped Hope lift the guard up and with much effort, pushed him through the window overhead. Sheila climbed out next, followed by Hope.
Hope climbed out of the bus and rolled onto the ground near the train tracks just as the train hit the prison bus, exploding it into pieces. Hope stayed down as debris rained down all around her. She was sure this had to be just a vivid nightmare and she'd wake up any second now. Why wasn't she waking up?
As the train screeched to a halt, Hope knew emergency vehicles and personnel would be descending on the area soon. She needed to get out of here if she didn’t want to get recaptured. She turned and saw the guard laying on the ground unconscious a few yards away. She crawled over to him and placed two fingers on his neck. “You’ll be okay,” she said to him, even though she knew he couldn’t hear her. She got to her feet and started to run, immediately falling back to the ground. Up to now, she hadn’t realized her ankles were still shackled.
“Sheila,” she screamed on her hands and knees. “Where are you? I need you to unlock me. Please.” Overcome by emotion, she began to cry. Something touched her leg and she jerked her head to see Sheila unlocking the cuffs on her legs. “Oh my god. Thank you so much.” She got off the ground.
Sheila shook an index finger near Hope’s face. “I don’t give a damn which way you go. Just don’t follow me. Is that clear?”
Hope weakly nodded. As Sheila ran off, Hope's cop's instinct took over and she called to her. “Sheila. Be good.” Without turning around, Sheila raised her middle finger and kept running.
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Post by André DiMera on May 25, 2018 7:02:56 GMT -5
Glad Hope got out of the bus just in time. Wonder what she’s gonna do now.
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Post by heroicmuse on May 25, 2018 7:04:35 GMT -5
That was an interesting turn of events. Now I know why this story is called The Fugitive. LOL. I wonder what's next for Hope.
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Post by melly on May 25, 2018 7:21:10 GMT -5
Am I the only one mildly surprised that our “I did the crime so I’ll do the time” prisoner is on the run???
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Post by fluffysmom on May 25, 2018 9:04:50 GMT -5
I wonder what Hope will do next. She must have realized that she may not survive the federal prison. Will there be previews Kpatch? |
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Post by sportsgirl on May 25, 2018 9:13:47 GMT -5
Boy, I don't like this Hattie. She was no help to Hope at all. I wonder what Hope is going to do next.
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Post by melly on May 25, 2018 20:48:14 GMT -5
Will we get previews, boss?
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Post by Kpatch on May 26, 2018 8:12:44 GMT -5
Thank you all for your avid interest in this story. Love you guys!
Next week, on The Fugitive…
Hope’s sense of direction is thrown off as she wanders around alone. She soon realizes there’s another reason she’s disoriented — she’s injured and in the middle of nowhere.
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Post by melly on May 26, 2018 8:47:00 GMT -5
Thanks, boss!
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Post by Kpatch on May 28, 2018 8:04:00 GMT -5
Chapter 8
She wasn’t sure where she was, only that she needed to get home. She was in the middle of nowhere, trying to figure out if she’d ever been here before. Following the path of the train tracks, she tried to remember how long she’d been on the bus before the accident. Was it an hour? More than an hour? It made a difference because it would tell her how long the trip back was. But wait? Should she even go back to Salem? If she does, she’ll be sent right back in prison. And although escaping wasn’t her idea, she wasn’t anxious to go back to jail.
But was she running in the direction of Salem right now? Or away from it?
It was hot and she was tired and she was beginning to lose her bearings. She had no phone and no way to contact anyone. What time was it anyway? Would it be dark soon, or did she have plenty of light left, because once night fell, she’d be in big trouble. Were there animals nearby? She looked up to try and see if she could figure out the time based on the angle of the sun.
The sun blinded her sight and everything went black. She dropped to her hands and knees. When her vision cleared, she saw droplets of blood dripping onto the grass. She touched her forehead. “I’m bleeding.” Her brows knit and she realized she must have hit her head when the bus crashed. Her eyes fluttered shut and she fell onto the grass.
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Post by André DiMera on May 28, 2018 8:21:23 GMT -5
Oh dear! I hope Hope will be okay!
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