The Hunting of Lewis (Part 6)


Braquel Schiermeyer, Contributor

We finally reached the bottom of the stairs. It must have been at least five flights. I wasn’t really keeping track though. I was more focused on not falling on my face trying to keep up with Lewis.

When we reached the bottom, Lewis began leading me down a hall. I just kept thinking to myself, “Who is this kid? Did he know that this man would come after him and his family? What had his family done that made them build an underground safe house?”

We just kept walking. The hall went on forever. Lewis wouldn’t talk to me. I kept asking him where we were going, but he just kept shrugging my questions off like they weren’t important. Finally, I just stopped walking. He told me that we needed to keep going, but I wouldn’t go.  Finally, he turned around and told me, “We need to keep going. I’ll explain everything once we meet up with the others.”

“What others? Who are you talking about? Where are we going?” I said.

“Hannah, we have to keep going,” was his only response.

“Lewis, why won’t you answer me? Where are we going? Who are we meeting up with? Please answer me.” I needed answers, but all he said was, “Hanah please, just trust me.”

Then someone spoke. “Lewis? Is everything okay?” Her voice was so familiar. Then I realized it was Lewis’s mom.

“Mom go back inside, everything is fine,” Lewis said.

“Everything is not fine,” I said. “You’re supposed to be dead. I saw the car hit you, I saw your car go up in flames! How are you here right now?”

There was silence for a couple of seconds and then Lewis spoke. “Wait, what do you mean you saw the car hit us? There was no one else at the stoplight where we were.”

“True, there wasn’t. I pulled over to the side of the road before I got to the light. But that is not the point, the point is, I saw your car go up in flames. How is your mom standing here in front of me, completely unharmed?”

Then his mom spoke, “We’ll explain everything. Right now though, we need you to come inside.”

I walked through the door. To my surprise, Lewis’s mom wasn’t the only one to survive the accident, his dad and sister were sitting at the table.

(…to be continued)