Excerpt 8, Part 2
Passage from my true crime novel, based on an appalling crime that happened in my own immediate family:
He saw her immediately, with the two of them naught but walking down the street, no trees or alley ways to weave around and hide themselves. The monster sped up, obviously submitting himself to blind rage and entering into vicious predatorial pursuit.
He veered his car recklessly into oncoming traffic, other motorists honking angrily and swerving out of his way. His car was near to aiming up at the sidewalk now, where Jacob and Jennifer pregnantly sprinted. A loud pop sound as David careened up the curb narrowly avoided some terrible obstacle Jennifer didn’t have time to turn around and check out. A slender alleyway materialized on her right, and fierce protective instinct had her hurling her son up and into it, clearing him out of the sidewalk path, and thus, out of David’s murderous way. She followed him in, noting with relief that the alley was too narrow for any car to fit. This bought her an amount of time, as David would have to exit his vehicle first before resuming chase. And that was only if he discovered them there.
They paused for some seconds as Jennifer scanned and registered every gamepiece at play here. While calculating her next move, she spied with utter joy the passing of David’s blue car in front of them, the driver not noticing his victims peeking out from behind a dumpster. He continued to drive on, Jennifer letting out a huge panting breath as he accelerated out of sight. After additional minutes, Jeana and Jacob exited out from their hiding place and back onto the busy street, which showed no signs of the terrorizing road rager that had just passed through, hellbent on murdering a young woman and her young son.
Still hurrying with unstoppable rush toward the bus depot she could barely make out in the distance, Jennifer held tight to Jacob’s arm and waddled forward. She had just enough room in her brain beyond her singular purpose to notice some sort of school campus beginning to appear all around them. She seemed to walking deeper into it the further down the blocks they went. The dilapidated houses were fading out behind them, and being replaced by vast grassy fields, and metal link fences, and tall brick buildings with every manner of label and lettering.
Finally, the bus depot, and a large cork board with schedules and notices and fliers all pinned up everywhere around it. She and Jacob pulled up in front of it and stopped at last, both catching their breath and stabilizing the dizzy spin in their heads from the lifesaving run. But not thirty seconds had passed when hypersensitivity set in, and knee jerk instinct had Jeana grabbing hold of her son and dragging him through into a heavy set wooden door marked Women.