Runaway Love <3

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Hey guys im trying something new here on watt pad so just tell me what u think and enjoy!

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     Slap! Slap! Master stuck my back with his whip, causeing the gashs on it  from yeseterdays beating, to  reopen. I cried out in pain as the whip hit my back one last time because I had failed to finsh his dishs with in one minute.

     "Girl, when I get back this whole damn house better be sparkleing clean, and if you try to escape i will hunt you down and you are gonna wish you were dead.  You got that," Master screamed at me.

     "Yes sir," I replid quicky. Master slammed the door shut and stommped off to his red truck.Then I began to clean starting with the living room.

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     By the time i heard Masters truck pull into the driveway, I had broke out a sweat from running room to room to get finished so i wouldnt have to go through another beating before night time. Master burst throught the door, his big muddy boots leaving tracks on the just cleaned floor. I was going to have to clean that up later.

      Then I noticed that Master wasnt alone. With him was a boy who was  about his height and had a scowl plastered to his face. His hands were tied with a tattered rope, which Master then untied. Slap! Matser hit the boy with his whip that he carried everywhere he went. The boy didnt even flinch when the whip made contact with his back. He just glared at Matser with fire in his eyes.

     "Girl take this creature to your room and explain to him how things work round here," Master spat at me.

       "Yes master," I said grabbing the boys arm and dragging him towards my room. I wouldnt even call my room, a room technically. It was the basment which always had stuff leaking from the holey ceiling. The only things in there was a sheet,( aka my bed), and a rusty toliet.

      "Ewwwwww! Whats that horrible smell," complained the new boy.

     "Rule number one. Dont let Master hear you complain and always adress him as Master  or you will be punished," I replied  used to the rooms smell.

      "What did he do to you," he asked noctieing my blood stained shirt. I have been whiped so many times that my only shirt was almost completly covered with dried or freah blood.

     "The most receint blood is from where i  got whipped for not washing the dishs with in a minute," I said remembering the pain from earlier today.

     "Tell me about your self babe," he answered, not listening to what i said before. 

    "You first," i told him scowling.

     "Fine then. Im Logan, the hottest 15 year old guy you will every meet, who plays  starting point guard  for my aau basketball team." He stated full of him self, "oh, and my names Logan."

    "Are you on crack," i screamed. If it was possible steam would be coming out of my ears right now because this guy was pathetic. "You just got kidnapped and now you are standing here flirting with a girl that you dont even what her name is." This guy was Nuts!  During my first night stuck here in this prison i had bawled my eyes out. I still do sometimes because i know that there is very slim chances of me escaping from this awefull place.

    "What  you really think that im gonna stay here? I dont know about you but im running away tonight," Logan answered. I had already tried that before and Master had caught me before i made it to the mailbox. I explained to him what happended when i tried to escape and he still thought he could make it. Maybe a good beating would do him some good.

     "Well you dont got the skills and speed that i do. You are not the star point guard now were you?" Logan said after hearing my story. "You never told me about yourself either."

   "Fine. Im name is Lilly and i have been stuck here since i was 13, which was about two years ago. Oh and i could school you in basketball anyday."

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