Okay so this chapter is pretty much how Lia was taken. Its all in a flashback but it is in 3rd point of view so everything will be they, she, him, her etc. Anyways there are some things that I need to clear before you start reading. First off its been six years and Harry is almost out of prison. The guys are in there with him and they will be out after him at different intervals of time. Lia lives in Chicago. She's in college at the moment and its her last year there. She is graduating to be an RN nurse. Okay I think that that's about it. So enjoy and please VOTE, COMMENT and SPREAD THE WORD !!! Thank you for reading.
FLASHBACK
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The bell rang and the hallways filled with eager teens on their way home. Some were going to practice others to dates with older guys. Some simply appeared tired.
He watched and waited. She should be on her way out by now. UIL journalism did not take long and it had finished fifteen minutes ago. She was running late. Maybe something was keeping her. Or someone.
He had seen that senior, Jake Kavansky, eyeing her recently. Kavansky watched her like a hawk, always 'accidentally' bumping into her. Trying to make small talk with her but she was too timid. It made Harry jealous, just imagining what was going threw Kavansky's mind as he would peek at her ass when she didn't notice. Harry desperately wanted to beat the shit out of him.
Just as Harry was about to go and look for her, she came out. Her long hair was down and she wore a scarf. A messenger bag hund over her shoulder and her trench coat flew around her as the wind whipped by. She was, without a question, stunning. She speed walked to beat the rain that was on its way. Harry quietly slipped behind her and kept her company.
Lia cursed herself mentally for not being out on time, like always. Now she had to hurry home so as to beat the rain that was at bay. She was careless and stupid. Had she not forgotten her gym clothes that needed washing she wouldn't have had to double back to pick them up. Lia despised being off schedule. Her mother was sure to scold her once she arrived home. She could just imagine her asking what had taken so long in her clipped Hispanic accent.
As Lia scurried home she thought she heard footsteps behind her, matching her pace. She shook her head, dismissing the idea. She was simply on alert because ever since the news had announced that a criminal had broken out of jail Lia imagined that he was lurking behind every corner. Of course the mere idea was absurd. Chicago was a safe place to call home.
There is was again. The pitter patter of steps close behind her. Lia dared not look back and confirm, instead she pushed on. Home was just another couple of blocks away. Her breathing increased rapidly. She was almost there. Lia couldn't help but laugh at her own stupidity. No one was following her. No one was lurking, just waiting for the right moment. Boy was she wrong.
Lia felt drops of rain in her face. She turned her head upwards and gazed at the sky. She knew she was in for more than a drizzle with the color of the sky. As she continued walking her phone went off, startling her. She saw the caller ID read Mama. She answered. As soon as she did her mother set off to ramble in Spanish, more like yelled, at her through the phone.
