Daisy's POV

What have I gotten myself into ?
My first thought when I saw the man coming out of the car and pointing a gun at us.
At first I did not quite understand what's going on but when I saw this lady sitting behind me raising her hands , I knew I messed up running away from home.
Home... a place where we truly belong, a place where we yearn to go back. But here I was , running away from it. Things changed and sometimes change just won't let us live.

I stood there , parked the bike and mimicked this lady who I assume knew how to behave with people having guns. If it was me alone, I would have cried and begged...