There was no mistaking that mocking look that we had seen on the ferry – to make matters worse he we were on an open road – the only road and there this group of youth’s were in a vehicle and us on bicycles. We both stopped and looked at each other and then looked back the way the vehicle had been driving in – well there was no sign of them. I was not convinced and told John as much and I had managed to get a look at the other youth’s and I was now convinced the youths from Oban were in that car. I realised I was saying all of this all at once and Johan was holding up his arms saying calm down . . calm down. I started crying as it was just all too much for me. Johan took me in his arms and said once again – lets carry on and if there is any sign of them we can quite easily run off into the field. I think we should phone the police and tell them we have sighted the vehicle that was involved in the hit and run this morning. But we can’t say that – we didn’t actually see the vehicle. What we can say is that it is the two youth’s from this morning’s assault and then tell them we were told about the hit and run and the car they are in matches the description of the vehicle how does that sound? Oh yes, lets do that Johan – I’d feel much better if we told someone – I don’t feel comfortable at all a t the moment. Johan took out his mobile and I saw a flicker of concern cross his face. What is it? Mmm no signal lets see whether if we cycle another mile or so whether we can get a signal. This more or less decided matters for us as we now had to move on anyway – it shook us out of our inertia. There was still no sign of the car again anyway. So we set off with a purpose in mind and were making good progress – we heard a car coming up behind us but it was not them – I waved at them to stop and the family in the car waved back and carried on driving. I was close to sobbing now and Johan said come on keep that energy for cycling. We set off again and as we rode Johan would check for signal but still nothing. The road was fairly straight and we could see for quite some distance as the time went on – we began to feel more at ease – we passed a slip road to VVVVV and for a split second considered turning off but then decided that the best place to be was on the main road – a number of other cars passed us and we started to relax more and thought we were over-reacting again, letting our imaginations run away with themselves.
We stopped for a few minutes to have a drink and reassure ourselves things were fine and the police would be out scouring the island anyway so it would only be a matter of time before they were picked up anyway. We were just setting off again when I glanced back to see where Johan was and I caught sight of a light blue vehicle in the distance coming towards us – I shouted to Johan and he looked back – the car must have been speeding because the distance was dwindling very fast – Johan shouted at me to cycle towards the farm gate coming up on the opposite side of the road – I crossed over and had nearly reached it when I heard the roar of the engine behind us – I looked back and saw that Johan was crossing the road and was in front of the vehicle – I screamed to him and cycled for all I was worth – I jumped off my bicyle and was opening the gate when I heard the sickening sound of impact behind me – I was through the gate with my bike – I was shaking – I didn’t want to look back and I could hear the sound of the engine again as it seemed to be approaching me – I jumped on my bicycle and started peddaling furiously to take me away from whatever danger lurked behind me – I stole a glance back and saw johan’s bike on the side of the road – wheel still turning but no sign of Johan or the light blue vehicle. I did not wait around and cycled hoping that there would be a farmhouse up ahead.
I had been cycling for a short while when I saw a building up ahead and increased my effort to get there so that I could get to a phone and contact the police – I was frantic not knowing what had happened – whether Johan was seriously hurt – where the blue car was – everything was going through my head I just didn’t know what was happening and why it was happening – how could things have changed so much in the space of a few hours???
I arrived at the farm house and jumped off my bicycle running straight to the door – shouting as I ran – Help! Help! – I knocked at the front door not wanting to just barge in but my anxiety was getting the better of me particularly as there was no answer – I tried the front door it was locked – I ran round to the back door and hammered on that (if there was someone inside – I might even be scaring them now) as well – no answer. I Panicked – I wasn’t sure what to do now – I had been convinced it would be a simple matter arrive here phone the police end of story. I wondered if I should break in – it only took a few seconds and I was looking for something to help me to get into the house. My eye was caught by a metal rod lying on the side of the road and I rushed towards it and picked it up – it was not something I had done before – I went round to the backdoor and smashed the small window above the handle in the corner – I slipped my hand through and the key was in the door – I turned it and was inside the house. I looked around – everything seemed fairly neat and orderly inside I walked through to the hallway and there about half way to the door was a phone on a sideboard . . . I rushed across and picked it up . . . imagine my horror when I heard a recorded message saying that the account was overdue and that only incoming calls would be allowed . . .
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