• PREVIOUS LAST PARAGRAPH: I WAS BETRAYED (V): Sam had been arrested and dragged into a police car. She smiled faintly and then turned away. Cindy on the other hand, had other plans. She was stronger than the men who were trying to get her on the floor. She managed to punch one of them in the face, kick another, then another! When all the men where on the floor, she ran towards me and told me to run as fast as I could into another plane that was just about going to take off. I wonder where we were going to?

    I Was Betrayed (VI)


    O.K. so here's the summary so far from all 6 parts of the story:

    Betrayed by a boyfriend--->became an outcast--->ended up in jail--->escaped and lived in an old council flat--->went and visited an old friend who would try and help me escape to an exotic island--->met friend's flat mate--->
    got found out--->secretley arrive at the airport--->hid in a plane--->heared screams--->friend's flat mate arrested-->friend escapes with me--->stowaway on another plane that I do not know where it's going to.

    "This is your captain speaking, we will be landing in France in five minuets, please remain seated with your seat-belts on."

    "Thank God we arrived safely" I whispered quietly to Cindy.
    "It ain't ova yet... Gotta find a way ta get outta 'ere 'fore they come get their luggage." She silently whispered back.
    She was right, we had to find a way of getting out of the luggage storage area before the passengers came to get their luggage. Our escape plan would be all over if they saw us. Whilst the passengers scrambled out of the plane we found an unlocked door that opened up to a passageway which would eventually go as far as the exit on the plane. Perfect! We walked past a door which was clearly an entrance to the loo's. If anybody asked us what we were still doing on the plane, we could just say that we felt a little sick, so we were in there.

    We swiftly managed to get ourselves out of the plane and out of the airport. But where would we go now?
    "Just ta clear 'un thin' up," Cindy was saying, "Buta knew where tha' plane was goin', it's just tha' I 'appen ta know sum'un w'o lives in France, 'e'll help us.
    "O.K., but I don't wanna get anybody else into trouble..."
    "'E's already in loads!"
    What else was I supposed to expect from anybody that Cindy knew?! They were crooks, evil tyrants that had no real purpose in life. But who else would help me? As long as they were smiling sweet and not breathing down my neck, everything was alright.

    We were lucky enough to finally reach some town when somebody, one of the police somehow reccognized me. I shouted at Cindy, but it was too late. She was already trapped. We hadn't eaten in days and she was too weak to fight back this time. I froze for a second, wanting to help her but I then remembered something Cindy had said to me. "Anyone that falls behind, is left behind" Unless I wanted to spend even more years behind bars, which obviously isn't very pleasant, I had no choice but to run for my freedom.

    I couldn't remember ever running as fast before in my life! I hadn't had food or water for days, but that didn't matter. But in that tiny moment, I had several flashbacks of my childhood. By now I was twenty-eight, and on the run. All those years behind bars, the escaping and everything, I didn't have time to recall my past. In that glistening moment, I remembered several running contests back at school, and how I won every single one of them. I was the fastest in the class, maybe even the entire school? I sped through several twists and turns, straight routes and curvy alike. I had no idea where I was going, but as long as the police where nowhere in sight, that was good.