The truck swerved into the road and then slammed on the brakes, making Minho swerve over into the next lane. He let out a long string of curses, Emily screamed.

"What the actual shuck?"

"It's the same truck! I know it is!" Emily couldn't get her breathing back under control. It was coming in sharp shallow gasps.

"It's okay, Em. It's okay." Minho called over the noise.

She kept trying to let go, and claw at her jacket, or visor, trying to breath. Minho kept trying to grab her hands and make her hold on. He finally just held her hand right to his chest, so he was only driving the bike with one hand. Until she was holding his hoodie so tight her hands were white. Emily couldn't see the truck, but she knew it was the same one. Minho had sped up and was weaving through traffic until he took the exit and back into the city and found a parking lot.

He stopped and got off, ripping his helmet off. Emily was shaking so bad she couldn't do anything. He ripped her visor open and unzipped her jacket, helping her feel less restricted.

"Breath, Baby. Breath. You're okay. We're gonna be okay."

"It's the same truck Minho! It's the same."

"I know." Emily could see how shaken up he was, but he was trying to keep her from spiraling. "I'm going to call dad." Minho pulled his phone out and called his dad, explained the situation. Emily still sat on the back of the bike shaking and breathing heavily, trying to stay president and not spiral out of control and disassociate.

Minho had just hung up and slammed his helmet back on when the same truck pulled into the street. It was going slow like it was trying to spot them in the dark.

"Come on!" Minho cried. Emily's breathing stopped all together. Her blood went to ice in her veins.

"She won't leave me alone! I'll never get rid of her!"

"Emily!" Minho cried, grabbing her helmet making her look. "We're going to get out of this, but I'm going to go faster then I normally do and I need you to trust me and hold on. Okay?"

Emily barely nodded, hardly hearing what he said. Her eyes following the truck which was slowly coming towards them.

"Emily!" Minho barked. Emily's eyes snapped to Minho. "You need to trust me and hold on tight." He paused, looking over his shoulder at the truck. He looked back at her. "Do you understand Em?"

"Yes." She squeaked.

"Good."

Minho got on, Emily held on and Minho sped out of the parking lot. As they passed the truck Emily tried to see the driver, black hoodie, the hood pulled up over a black baseball hat. The truck spun around and speed after them. Minho speed up even more.

They were flying. Minho sped onto the freeway, the truck followed. It was easier for the bike to get between traffic and for a little, Emily thought they had lost it. But the tuck came barling up behind them from the emergency lane, taking the rearview mirror off another vehicle.

Emily's heart was beating so fast her chest hurt. The wind whipped her braids behind her, and was trying to claw at her clothes. She had to slam the visor shut the cold wind made her eyes water and all she could hear was the wind. Her grip on Minho hasn't loosened, she was pressed into him as much as she could, every single muscle was tense and coiled. Minho was bent low over the bike, trying to speed through traffic. His head was spinning back and forth. How he could talk it all in and react so fast was beyond her compression.

There was another close call, he tried to take out their back tire. Minho swerved to the left and over a lane and speed up again.

"I'm calling 911."  Emily cried as Minho swerved around another car sharply.

She slid her phone out and still tried to hold on, she dialed 911- the phone rang in her helmets Bluetooth.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"There's a black truck chasing us. We're on the freeway, just passing Exit 234. It tried to hit us a few times and now it's chasing us through traffic." Emily yelled into her mic in her helmet.

"Can you identify the truck? License plate?"

"No! It's a black Chevy truck. No plates. The driver is in all black with black sunglasses. It stalked me before."

"What are you driving?"

"My boyfriend's bike."

"You're on a bike? Can't you loose it in traffic?"

"We tried! It's taking the emergency lane now and took at mirror off another car!"

"Alright. What's your location now?"

"Just passed exit 234. Coming up to the downtown A exit."

"Just a moment miss. I'm looking at where the closest patrol car is."

There was a moment of silence and then, "There's a patrol on the free way coming up on exit-"

"MINHO!" Emily screamed.

The truck swirved into the lane, trying to take them out. Minho was fast enough to see it coming and got out of the way in time. Emily screamed again as the truck cut off another car to try get to them. She lost the connection to the 911 dispatch.

Minho weaved through traffic a bit more. Everytime there was some distance, somehow the truck reappeared trying to slam them from behind, or get beside them and run them off the road or squish them between the cement decoders and the truck.

The truck was reckless and making other drivers swerve off out of the way. Emily was positive he caused more than one fender bender. Despite Minho being a fairly new driver on the bike, his reflexes were on point tonight. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and his protective bear was on full display. Everytime there was a break he was holding Emily's hand or rubbing her knee, trying to keep her from spiraling.

At one point the truck tried to swing back into the middle lane. Minho got over and snuck between two vehicles. The truck was now stuck behind a few other vehicles and laid on the horn. Some huge tattooed dude rolled his own huge truck window down and flipped the black truck off.

Emily's heart was beating so fast and wild she was surprised she didn't have a heart attack. She was scared they had made a second enemy, because the  bigger truck sped up and stayed behind them for a minute. When the black stalking truck pulled over to the other lane, the huge truck and the man covered in tattoos blocked the lane. When their stalker tried to go back into the far lane to go around the huge truck  he blocked the lane again. He got over and slammed on his brakes. The black truck had to swerv and back up. The truck sped up and got beside Minho and Emily. He rolled his window down again and stuck a hand out, and waved them on.

"Go!" He was yelling at them. "Go! I'll keep this asshole busy."

Minho gave him a thumbs up and yelled at Emily over the noise, "Hold on Emily!"

He shot forwards and zipped through the cars. And took the next exit. He decided it was safer to go through the city where, if needed they could get off the bike and run. They still sped through lights and traffic. Any other circumstance Emily would have lost her mind with his reckless driving.

He slowed down the longer they didn't see the truck. Her phone rang again. She answered, her voice was high and squeaky and shaking.

"Emily?! Where are you?" Jorge yelled into the mic in her helmet.

"9th and Maze Ave."

"Ki and I are on our way. We have Minho's phone on tracking. We are 3 streets away. Well escort you guys home."

Emily relayed the message to Minho who nodded. He patted her hands, which turned into him rubbing her hands and arms and then he was rubbing her knee and leg. She was trembling, and couldn't control the shaking and her teeth chattering. She knew Minho was holding it together, and just barely. It took a lot to rattle him, and she was positive this was the breaking point.

Minho pointed at two cars. She recognized the Lee's SUV and Jorge's car. Emily exhaled. But still wasn't feeling safe, not until she was at home, behind a door and lock. Jorge pulled infront of them and Papa and Mama Lee pulled behind them. They wouldn't let anyone get between their SUV and the bike. Papa Lee was really aggressive at keeping people behind them.

Jorge led them home. They pulled into the driveway and Minho pulled into the garage. They were finally safe, but Emily couldn't move. She couldn't get her body working. Jorge scrambled out of the car and Papa and Mama Lee came flying out of the SUV. They were pulled into hugs, when Jorge finally let go Emily was pulled into a hug by mama and Papa Lee. Jorge pulled Minho into a tight embrace.

"What the hell happened?" Papa Lee asked, his voice dangerously low. He looked ready for murder.

Minho pulled his camera off his bike and helmet and handed it to his dad. "It's all on tape. The truck nearly took us out on the freeway home. We lost it and pulled off, that's when I called you. Emily tried calling 911. And the only reason we got away was some other truck took it upon himself to block him and keep him occupied."

"What-"

"Ki." Mama Lee said sharply. "These kids need to be inside and in blankets." She stepped forwards. Emily tucked protectively under her arm. "Minho, come on son." She said quietly and took her sons hand and took them inside.

Emily and Minho were sitting on the couch with blankets and mugs of tea, Bear snuggled in Emily's lap and Emily just sat, her body stiff and unmoving, she hadn't said a word since they got home.

Emily's mind was either spinning at a thousand miles an hour or it shut down completely. Right now, it had shut down. She sat with her tea clutched tight in her hand but she couldn't see or hear. She couldn't process what what going on around her. Her body was trying to remain in control, but disassociating was easier.

Jorge tried talking to her, but she just looked blankly at him. His words made no scenes, it was just noise to her. Mama Lee used her to the couch, Minho followed looking lost and scared. Jorge and Papa Lee finally gave up trying to get answers and took the camera footage to his office to watch and send it to Mr Issac.

Emily was still sitting in shellshock. It was only Minho's voice that brought her back. And only because it was only a sound she heard maybe once before. Her head finally turned towards the noise. It was slow and stiff, but she finally moved. She blinked a few times, trying to focus her eyes.

Minho had crumpled in his mom's arms and he was crying. His body shook and shuddered. She watched, her mind not fully functioning and understanding what was happening. She watched blankly as Minho sobbed into his mother's arms. Minho eventually sat up straight. His face covered in tears, the fear and panic clear in his eyes.

"Mom..." he whispered, "What- what if I didn't move fast enough?"

"Shh. Minho you kept yourself and Emily safe tonight. You did what you had to do. What ifs never help Minho, you know that."

"But next time? Mom what if next time I'm not fast enough?"

"There won't be a next time! You have video photage. Your father is sending the video to Mr Issac right now."

"The tattooed truck driver..." Emily whispered. 

Minho and his mom looked over at Emily. Her body still shivered and her eyes were blank and unfocused.

"What was that Emily, dear?" She asked gently.

Minho understood immediately.

"G-get...get his statement." Emily whispered again.

Mama Lee nodded. "See, Minho? There are a lot of people who will come fight for you. There is good out there, there are good people. There won't be a next time."

"I'm on house arrest?"

"No, my child. But maybe groups. Or supervised."

Minho and Emily didn't say anything. She felt her body sag and her head slowly lower. She was vaguly aware that Mama Lee had gently yet firmly pulled her body down so she was laying with her head in Mama Lee's lap. She did the same to Minho. Mama Lee sighed sadly and ran her hands protectively over both their backs.

Emily felt like a small child, being comforted like this, being shushed and having her back rubbed. She didn't say anything and neither did Minho. She had a brief thought of, if only the school could see their Super Star right now, shivering and crying in his mom's lap. But she shook that thought away; none of them had to flee an attempted murder.

Tomorrow was school and it was going to be difficult to get into that school mentality after what happened. With Mama Lee's hand running up and down her back she slowly allowed her body to unwind and relax. As Emily slowly drifted off to sleep, Minho picked her up and took her to her room. She didn't remember changing but she took her dad's blanket and with Bear on her heels she went to Minho's room.

Minho sat up and opened his arms. Emily crawled into them without a word. He held her tight for a few minutes. She hadn't cried, and hardly said anything. When Emily laid her head down on his shoulder, Minho kissed the top of her head.

Crawling into his arms, a familiar and safe place, it helped. He lay down, taking her with, and he tucked her into his side protectively. The familiar smells, and sounds, the blanket was a familiar feel, Minho's heart beat and his hand on her head and running down her back; it was all familiar and helped lul her to sleep.

"Thank you Minho for making me feel safe."

"It scared the klunk out of me. I've never felt that scared. Ever. But Em, I'd do anything and everything to keep you safe."

"I know Min. Thank you." She murmed, turning her face up to look at him. He shifted so he could see her.

She was finally looking at him and not through him. He gauzed at her, his hand on her cheek, his thumb running over her green and yellow bruise. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Sleep. We're safe now."

"I'm always safe with you."

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Cho Cho mother shuckers.
Trauma Train coming in hot!