part 112: (nicholas)

**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**

All the colour drained from nicks face and then he began cursing.

“I received a whatsapp from someone saying that one of the neighbours complained about the noise and drunk kids coming from this house..” Kelly was half way through her explanation when nick zoomed passed her.

He headed for the front door and then decided against it.

“Where are you going nicky?” Kelly asked.

“Just go! Run as fast as you can…” Nick yelled at her.

“Not without you. Come!” Kelly pleaded.

“Carry on, I just need to get something… I’ll be right behind you!” Nick said as he headed in the opposite direction.

The music was still blasting. Some guys were knocked out on the couches, girls still dancing, oblivious of what was about to happen.

Nick didn’t care about anyone else. He needed to get out of there and as fast as he could.

There was no way that he was going out the front door behind kelly. That would be just plain stupid. Instead he headed for the back door. He ran to the back wall and jumped over into their back neighbours yard. He tried to make his way to the front as fast and silently as he could so not to create any commotion. He didn’t want anyone to know which way he was going.

Finally he made it to the front and jumped their wall onto the road. He carried on running as fast as his drunken legs could take him.

Unfortunately he couldn’t run fast enough. He’s energy was running out but for the first time in his life, he was afraid. He was petrified of being caught.

He needed to get as far away as possible.

The streets were relatively quiet since it was so late but everytime nick heard a car in the distance, he would hide.

He was wearing a black jeans and a black polar neck so it wasn’t that difficult to camouflage anywhere.

Nicks mouth was beginning to get dry and his legs were feeling lame. He couldn’t continue any longer.

He needed a place to hide for a while where no-one would notice him.

In all the rush, he’d forgotten to even take his cellphone or money. Just the thought of having nothing made him feel weaker and sick.

Nick felt sick in his stomach and couldn’t keep himself from regurgitating in someone’s flower pot.

Once he managed to steady himself, he carried on until he seen a huge church like building.

It was face brick but beautiful and very quiet. Nick decided that this will be his hide out until he had enough energy to continue.

He moved to the back somewhere and found a couple of rooms, almost like a mini school. But all the doors were locked. There was a staircase whic he climbed but there was a gate at the top of the staircase which was locked too.

“Aaah, I’ll just have to hide out here for now! Its quite dark and no-one will find me here I hope” nick said to himself before dropping down. Soon he was fast asleep.

Suddenly nick was awoken by some noises. He was terrified.

Did someone find him?

He picked himself up but couldn’t remain steady. His body was limp. He leaned against the face brick wall and headed slowly down the staircase, holding tight onto the railing for support.

Once he reached the bottom, he peeped out to see.

There were men, lots of men. Men with beards and hats. Hats like the ones hanzalah wore. And they were all headed in one direction.

Nick wondered why they were all in such a hurry at this time of the night. It was still dark and when nick looked at his watch, it was only 5:30am.

He watched them all enter through the same door. His mind couldn’t fathom what was going on. But they didn’t look like something bad happened. They all looked like they were at peace.

He then sat down once again behind the wall on the staircase. Soon it would be light. What if someone found him?

Nick sat with his head in his hands and wondered what he had got himself into. He wondered about tasha and tom and if they were called back home?

What would they do to him if they found him?

His life was over.

They would kill him.

He could get locked up in juvenile prison for having drinks and drugs of all kinds.

How did the other kids get away with it?

This was his first party and now look what happened?

He wanted everyone to talk about his party on monday at school, but not in this way.

He was doomed.

There was no reason for him to live. How would he live? How long was he going to run? And where to?

Nick was brought out of his misery by the sound of keys coming his way.

He needed to run. To hide. Fast.. But where? And for how long before he was caught?

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7 thoughts on “part 112: (nicholas)”

  1. ahhh I see where you are going with this….awesome post! ๐Ÿ™‚ I always wondered what would make Nick change his life around ๐Ÿ™‚


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