My runaway

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My eyes slowly followed a man in black, soft clothes and a hat that matched, walking down the street. I knew who it was. A soldier from the dark side. If he notice I'm here, I'm done. Totally done.

His brown and messy curls, witch were lying in thick layers barely touching his shoulder, made motions when the wind came between the small curls on the top of the hair. He had a strict sight in his face. Like he was searching with his life for something really important. His wrinkles between the eyebrows was deep and looked in my direction. His eyes went big, and a huge smile formed on his mouth. He started walk into me. My heartbeat went faster when he went faster. I knew he was here because of me. I knew that he wants to catch me, just because of my dad's money.

I don't like talking about my dad. He was the only person I trusted, and now he's gone. He was the only one who really understood me. I had anorexia some years ago, and dad helped me get rid of it. He's my hero.
The reason why he spent a lot of money, was because of his unique and unbelievable talent to be a leader for the light side. Everyone came to see him when he gave his soldiers missions. As you can see, The Light Side is the straight opposite of The Dark Side. The Dark Side hides a lot more stuff than any of us know about - Not even the wisest and oldest people in the world.
My dad never wasted his money like many famous people do nowadays, no, dad always told me, that it was a sign of egoism. No, he used it carefully, and in the most discretely way I've ever seen. But the day he died, he gave all the money to me. Not to mum or anyone else, but me. I'm not still sure that he really knew how much responsibility he gave me then.

The man in black was almost by my side, when I ran through a tunnel. The darkness filled the empty void inside there.
I looked behind my shoulder, and he was closer to me. He stretched out his hand, and moved his legs a little faster. Faster than me.
Suddenly his big hand, made a firm grip around my hips, and stopped me. He lifted me upside down, and put me over his shoulder. "Hey! Let me down!" My voice couldn't be heard because of his deep and loud laughter, coming out of his mouth.

The curls annoyed me when it touched my arm, but I couldn't do anything to get them away.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked. What a stupid question, I thought and sighed.

Some times I hate myself. Just for being me. I don't want to hide every day, and watch out for every person I see. I don't want to live a life where I can't get any friends, because I'm afraid it's another person who wants to catch me, and take the money. But I have to hide. I have to live my life risky, or I will be taken. Welcome to my life were horror and sadness aren't unfamiliar at all. I hate my whole entire life!

The man walked fast trough the tunnel and inside the city's forest. Its the only forest we have left because of all the tree material we need today.
It's dark and freezing between the trees. The man started running. The way he do this, weren't quite comfortable. I'm bumping up and down, while he tries not to crash in the many trees. His hand holds me tight, and I can barely spot a silver ring on his forefinger. When the bumping stops, I can see that there's a symbol on it. A cranium formed in a light and more shiny silver on top of the ring. In the cranium's eyes, there are small red rubies. I frowned and sighed. The Dark side. I have no doubt that this man wish me ill.

I can't let go of the thought about the ring. I know this is the ring that symbols darkness, harmfulness and all the things witch doesn't belong to the Light side. - Where I come from. Where I live. Where I've always lived and grown up with my parents since the day I was born.

The man is on the way to the Dark side. I have heard a lot of things about this place.

"Please, let me go!" I yelled.

"What's your name then?" I questioned and hoped for an answer.

"Stiles" he said. Stiles. Strange name.
I've never heard about him before, but something tells me that he's not a good person.

"Okay, Stiles, if you let me down, I won't call the police" I tried to tell him seriously, but then his laughter met my ears again. If I just could describe how much I hate that laughter. It's just the pure pain to me!

"You would have called the police, even if I put you down and let you go." He said, and he's right. I thought I was good at lying, but it seemed like I'm not. "And by the way. Stiles is my last name. My first name is Harry." He explained. Harry. Huh, still strange.

I can see the border of the Dark Side further ahead, and he walks straight to it.
I try to scream and squirming my legs, but it doesn't help. Not at all.

"Why do you do this to me?" I yelled hoping he would answer me this time.
But anyway, there are 98% chance for that it's because of my money, and 2% chance for that it's another reason.

He doesn't answer. And maybe the stupid 2% is wrong.
"You are Frank Williams daughter, right?" He asked. The dark and rusty voice hits me in my little innocent soul. Dad. I miss him too much to let him go forever. Shall I ignore Harry's question? No, that's not smart. He seems like he's not scared to use violence on a girl. "Y-yes" I answered quickly. A smile grow on his mouth while he continued: "So you have inherited all the money then?" I can almost hear him say; Hey! Give me that money or I'll kill you!" Or that's what he wants to say then.

I don't want to say yes. What if I say no? Will he believe me? Shall I say no? Yes? Urgh! I hate to fight with myself! No matter what, I lose and win at the same time. There's no point to discuss with themselves.
But I still do.
Shall I say yes? No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes....
"No" I ended up saying. Wait a second.. What did I say?
"No? So you don't have the money?" Harry stopped. He took me down from his shoulder, and looked strict at me. His eyes burned farther into me. Harry lay his hands on my shoulders and tightened his grip. I didn't hurt, it was kind of comfortable.
"You shall not lie to me" he said.
"I'm not"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes"
He still looked into my eyes. I don't think he believes me. I'm not sure about anything when I look into his sight. He's hard to read. It's like he's playing poker, and just makes sure that no one knows what kind of cards he has.

After half a minute, he loosens the grip around my shoulders, and takes his hat off. His curls are a little flatter the place where the hat has pushed them down. But what's that scar he has in his forehead? I haven't seen it before.
"What's that scar in your forehead?" I asked. I hate that I'm way too curious about everything. Instead of answering, he took something out of his hat.
A little silver thing. Little enough to be hidden in his black hat, without any suspicion.
It had a little puller. Harry's finger slowly moved towards the trigger.

Oh no.

Hey everyone! This is my first English book. I'm not from England, so I excuse the grammar- and spelling errors. I'm not very old, an therefore my english vocabulary isn't the best.
But thank you so much for reading and voting my story!

- TheSupergirl