Ready to Run

Chapter 4 - Ready

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          "Run!" Harry shouted as his grip on my wrist tightened. He dragged me out of the truck, undoubtedly pulling my hand.

I was surprised that he willingly let me go with him. I didn't even ask him to do that but he did anyways.

I was shaking and I knew that Harry could feel it so he held my hand and locked his fingers with mine. I stared at him, but he was looking straightly.

The loud shout of the man from the back terrified me, so I tried to hold Harry's hand as firmly as I could no matter how sweat mine was. When I was about to run, a strong force dragged me back, causing me to stop, almost stumbling down. Luckily, Harry took my hands quickly and pulled me back to him. Unfortunately, as soon as I tried to step forward, the guy kept on tugging my gargantuan dress. It seemed like we were in a tug-of-war and I was the rope.

"Give me your stilettos." He mouthed at me with his eyes widened. I looked at him confusingly, but gave it to him anyways. I took off my bridal shoes with thin, high, tapering heel that were surprisingly heavier than I thought. It doesn't matter to me how expensive it cost.

Aiming the target, Harry closed his one eye, focusing. With all his strength, he intensely hurled the stilettos at him. The guy trembled down by the strong force of the flying stilettos that directly struck his head as blood spurted over his forehead.

I stifled a laugh, still gazing back at the hilarious yet horrendous scene. Harry was still pulling my hand and the last thing I remembered, we splashed on the cold water.

          I wish I had told him I couldn't swim.

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I jolted out trying to get air. I coughed attempting to remove the excess water on my nose and throat. The memory of getting splashed on the water flashed back in my mind, now realizing that we're in an unfamiliar place.

I sat up feeling better while scanning my surroundings. I groped my body and the feeling of
tight corset that was wrapped around my chest was finally gone, making it easier for me to breathe. It was now replaced with a black simple shirt.

"Are you feeling better?" Harry asked, appearing from nowhere. 

"Did you," I paused, staring at him from head to toe. "Undressed me?"

"Of course, I had to." He simply said, acting like it's a normal thing to do.

I knew I shouldn't be acting like a paranoid virgin, but I couldn't just trust someone I just met the same day. 

"You need to stop overthinking, I didn't do anything." He explained, looking at me from head to toe with his eyes telling me "as if someone like you is impossible to get touched by any human being on Earth."

I knew to myself that I'm not that attractive, but the fuck on earth a lion would be fussy if the food is already in front of them to slaughter? And the fact that he's a burglar, most burglaries are committed by casual opportunists, I wouldn't be really surprised if he's done something on me when I was unconscious.

"You are seriously overthinking about it. I said I didn't do anything." He said with a serious tone, looking at me with a monotonous stare, taking a short step.

"Just stay away from me." I recommended, pushing my feet against the ground to move backwards. He paused and stared at me for a moment, then slowly turning around to walk away, following what I said.

Actually, I hate myself for a moment for being judgmental. But of course safety is more important than being judgmental to me, plus I have a huge trust issues.