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Chapter 2

"She's getting away!"

"C'mon on Rosy we gotta go!" I pulled Ambrose's hand as we ran and he grumbled, "I told you not to call me that Bella."

This is the fourth time in the past three years we almost managed to be caught by my stepdad. He never stopped trying to find us, and he never will.

This time he ordered his men to capture me and Ambrose, and they somehow were successful (until now) for a maximum of 12 hours before we decided to escape. They had us in some sketchy warehouse in an equally as sketchy neighborhood.

"They're right behind us hurry up!" Ambrose held my hand as we ran down a muddy alley, the puddles beneath our feet splashing along with drizzles falling down from the sky, wetting us both.

I heard heavy footsteps behind us, pushing myself to run faster. We would be safer in a crowded public place, where they couldn't hurt me or Ambrose in the public eye. Unfortunately it wasn't that easy, since we were in a more secluded area that was 90% abandoned.

"Поверните налево в конце этого переулка! Я избавлюсь от них и встретимся у Альберто!" I said to Ambrose, and he nodded, knowing better than to argue right now while we were being chased. He'll probably drill me later for splitting up but the men chasing us have already seen my identity and Rosy's too. I have to get rid of them. [Turn left at the end of this alley! I'll get rid of them and meet you back at Alberto's!]

When we get to the end of the alley, Ambrose turns left while I turn right, running opposite ways. A few men go to chase Ambrose, nothing he can't handle, while the rest turn and run after me.

I speed up faster and hear one of the men behind me, yelling to the other men. I couldn't hear what they were saying, instead running faster. I didn't recognize the area we were in, but took notice that it was starting to be less secluded and the area started to show more people.

That was good and bad. Good because they wouldn't attack me in public eye with so many eye witnesses, bad because since they've seen my identity and what I look like, I need to get rid of them without anyone around.

I turned the corner, dodging strangers and pedestrians as I turned once again, just missing a brick wall that I can guarantee would've gave me a busted lip.

This shit is getting tiring. I need to be done with this so I can go back to my room and sleep.

"Fuck!" I tripped, scrapping my right palm and knees. I stopped momentarily, looking down to see drops of blood starting to poke through the skin of my right hand. I felt a drop of water land on my hand, followed by another and another. Great, it's starting to pour. I stood up quickly, wiping my bloody palm on my jeans before taking off into a sprint. Because of my little break they'd caught up to me and were about 10 feet behind me.

After a while of running I realized they weren't getting off my trail, but they were starting to lose their energy. Me in the other hand, I am piped with adrenaline. The pain I felt in my hand and knees is no longer present. Sucks ass for them, imagine having to chase a 12 year old with a limitless amount of energy and speed at the age of like 36 when you got crusty ass knees and a back that constantly aches. I laughed to myself before taking a sharp turn, immediately regretting my mistake. I just turned right into a dead end alley way. Fuck, I really do have bad luck today. And yesterday, cuz I stubbed my toe when I woke up. That shit hurt like a bitch.

I quickly took notice of a ladder on the wall to the right, but before I could take another step forward, I felt someone yank my hair harshly. I felt them yank my hair as they forced me to face them, and I looked at the man who currently was yanking the shit out of my hair, immediately cringing at how hideous he looked. "You couldn't keep running away from us forever you little cunt." He was all up in my face, his breath brushing against my cheek and I cringed at the smell. I stared him in the eyes as I heard the other 4 men run in huffing and spit right in his face, some getting in his eye. I laughed as he brought his hand up and wiped the saliva from his face onto his sleeve. He glared at me, and I knew I should be scared, but I couldn't stay serious in situations like this. Scratch that, I couldn't stay serious I any situations. I tried to muffle my laugh but I was clearly having trouble. "I-I'm sorry I can't," I avoided eye contact trying not to let the laughs slip.