I refused to let my boy go alone. But his words hit me all at once. My body instantly weakened and my lungs felt like they were on fire, all the air was gone out of shock, I felt sick. I tried to slow my breathing and stop myself from hyperventilating but it was impossible. I just... I just don't understand! I felt behind me for the trunk and guided my body backwards as I slid down.
He knelt next to me and rubbed my forearm, "stay here," his usually calm eyes afraid as they scanned the area, "I will be back." He planted a kiss on my forehead, "I promise."
His last words trailed off in the ever lasting wind as he got up. "Wait," I forced my limp hand into the dense air, "Dylan, they are here. I can sense it."
His faced straightened before he looked away from me. The night seemed to darken quickly, the air twisted around me and I waited for any type of movement or sound - Dylan, the intruders, the wind. But I didn't hear nor see anything. Nothing. I was scared to death, I want to be with him, I want to know where he was. I want to go back 20 minutes to when Dylan pinned me down and teased me. I was desperate to know if he was safe.
I wouldn't be able to live with my self, I was the reason he was in this situation in the first place. I can't just sit here and wait, I have to do something!
I wiped the drying tears off my face and tidied myself, preparing for the worst. I stood up and poked my head around the trunk hoping to see Dylan in my view. I was in a good hiding spot as the over hanging branches covered the trunk were I was taking refuge. Well it's no good just standing here like a stunned chicken. I took my first step. SNAP.
Great, what a herioc entrance. Like, who the hell puts a stick here? Of course I got no reply. I watched my footing as I carefully made my way out of the cave. I thought about two days back when I learnt to control my hearing, I stood for a while and really concentrated... I hope no one was watching because my face madly tense and it may have looked as though I was on the toilet, if you know what I mean...
I got irritating sounds like static filling my head. Wait I'm getting something, almost nothing, maybe "so, why, here, she?" A male, he said my name.
Their talking about me!
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The Hunted
Teen FictionElexis Riddle has lived a normal 15 years, what makes this year so different? In effort to forget about her selfish father, her and the overly protective mother move to America. She meets her first true love, they were attracted to each other like a...
