Jake's POV -
I run as fast as my legs could physically carry me. I run until my lungs ache and my chest heaves with the bile threatening to rise in the back of my throat. It wasn't the running that was making me feel sick, it was Emily's constant scream running through my ears.
"It's the police, stop running!"
I hear him panting from the effort of chasing me. From the sound of his voice, he's only a few feet behind me. So I speed up, my legs burning from the effort. I turn into Whitfield Lane, an area I know well.
A car screeches to a halt as I run in front of it, almost skimming my legs. I don't dare stop or turn around and head for the brick wall at the end of the road, throwing myself at it and hauling myself up with my hands. I grunt as I throw myself over the other side into someone's garden. Sirens blare all around me in the dark night and I grit my teeth, knowing it would be a challenge to get away this time.