Chapter69

#Chapter69

I remember running all the way back to the busy streets and quickly flailing my arms around in a desperate attempt to catch a cab. My mind was racing so fast my actions were ahead of my thoughts. I didn't think about the consequence of my actions as I slammed the car door shut and yelled at the driver to step on it. My heart was beating too fast, more so than should be normal, but I wanted to get there before I changed my mind.

I made a mistake, I had to fix it. I had to get to him, and fast. I felt like screaming as the London traffic seemed to slow in contrast to my growing anger. I grumbled to myself miserably and shoved the driver some cash, probably over my total, and flung the car door open because I was too anxiety ridden to stay put any longer.