I punch her in the face and she falls back, I grab the cord and wrap it and her neck.
I start to strangle her, she move wiggles, but I doubt let go until her chest stopped moving.
I walk out of the police station and run. Police can't help me.
Everyone knows Sam, I'm on my own.
No money, no home, I'm alone completely.
I keep running until my feet are barely working right.
I drop to the ground next to a trash can, and close my eyes.
I say a small prayer to god, but I know he won't hear it.
I fall asleep.
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"Miss?" a voice says, I open my eyes and see a man.
Black hair, eyebrow piercing, clean cut beard, and a strong build.
"Miss are you okay?" he says.
It's raining, and his suits getting soaked, the rain feels good on my bruised parts.
"No," I say, and look up at him.
"Let me help you," he says.
"Help me? How?"
"My house."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Ill end up on CSI."
He chuckles, a heavenly sound. Maybe God sent him.
"I promise you won't," he takes his arms out and picks me up.
"Promise," I lay my head on his wet shoulder.
He places be in his truck and drives off.
"Im sorry Your seats getting wet," I whisper.
"It's fine."
"Where are we going?"
"My house, it's at the corner."
"Your trust me?"
"I can trust A pretty face,'' He smiles.
And I smile back.
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Myra's story
Short StoryMyra is the popular, beautiful, girl in school that everyone knows. homecoming princess, Prom queen, and etc. she has the perfect boyfriend as well. Nothing can go wrong. Except for tonight. Since that night, she runs from the people who she loves...
