𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 | " 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? "
Both trying to understand the
meaning of dangerous attraction,
it was an ongoing rivalry between
two former criminals. Somewhere
amidst vicious Ti...
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CHAPTER NINETEEN DON'T ASK DON'T TELL
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"Don't leave me."
Dust on tiny feet, sweat pouring down her cheeks, and tears flooding her eyes. It wasn't enough to distract her from the incessant pounding of her running heart. The thrill and terror warring in her head, her voice sounding so small, and quivering. Chapped and seared lips trembled between her teeth as she bit on them down, wishing the taste of copper had never been there, trickling down the corner of her mouth to her chin, dripping down on ragged clothes soaked in crimson and earth. It seeped right on her tiny hands, nails digging in her palm and barring flesh. The running never stopped.
"Why? Are you scared?"
"No." Lying. It felt like it had been the only choice. The easiest one that she could do. A simple word rasping from her breath, with a set of lungs wanting to collapse. She could feel her bones wanting to snap as her bare feet padded on cold bricks and tipped rocks. Knees red and bruised from the constant fall she took. Elbows scraped and skin torn, reaping through tall and looming crowds of strangers. They were angry. Yelling. It only fueled the need to hide away, disappear within a blink of repose. She was terrified, screaming in her mind and asking would it ever end.
"Hurry up then."
"I can't." She didn't bother hiding the desperation of plea in her voice. An hour. Or two. She didn't know how long she had been out on the streets, cold and starving. Nothing new but body ready to fracture. Her chest puffed, inhaled heavy air tinted with dark smoke and streaks of ruins, that had her coughing. Dirty blonde hair clung on her face, matted with grime and soil, a tangled mess that whipped wildly around her eyes as she elbowed her way to pass. Her tongue went dry, finding it difficult to swallow the lump in her throat. Palms clammy, and arms aching tired, wanting to give out.
"If you don't, you'll get lost."
"I don't want that."
"Then we can't let them get to us, okay?"
"Why?" She could hear them. Men and their raging shouts for her to stop. But she didn't. Couldn't. The erratic beating of her heart told her not to. She didn't know why, but she knew that she had to escape them, knowing that they wouldn't stop either. It was the same look of people that had an arbitrated stare set on her, looking as if she didn't belong. Nothing more than mere dirt left but to wane away. Peeking a glance past her shoulder, blue eyes widened at the sight of silver glinting by their hands. Metal knives baring at her, the distance seeming to close within her gaze.
