His fingers tighten on my chin, pulling me forward as we stand over Ethan's dying body, his wet gurgles the only noise I can hear beside the beat of my own pounding heart.
"Let's make this perfectly clear, Natalia." Charles whispers harshly. "You are mine. You have always been mine." Nails bite into my cheeks, leaving crescent shaped marks on the flesh, a sting emanating from the wound. "And I don't share."
I snap up in bed, heart pounding and search the room quickly; every shadow and corner getting an extra glance before I shove the covers off and reach for the tights and top at the base of the bed.
This is the fifth day in a row I'd woken from the memories, the fifth morning in a row that I'd run before the sun had even peaked over the mountainsides.
I slip the shirt over my head as I walk for the exit, running down the stairs and out the door, skipping my usual morning stretches and making straight for the tree-line and the trail hidden inside.
I hadn't seen Killian on this trail since that very first morning, yet as I run further down the twisting dirt path, there he is, arms crossed and eyes on me, waiting.
I slow to a jog, but don't say anything, watching him closely as he lets his eyes slip over me and then he flicks his chin to the side, turns and starts running.
He says nothing, the only noises the sound of our feet pounding against the dirt in sync.
We run like that side by side, not saying anything.
He doesn't demand answers of why I run every morning, and I don't ask why he chooses to run beside me in silence and then treat me like trash when we're surrounded by people.
And then when we finish our run, he looks at me once more, up and down like he's looking for a change and then nods and takes his leave. I tilt my head the strangeness of it all, like he was checking to make sure I was okay.
Probably another one of Kade's stupid rules about watching me. I roll my eyes and huff under my breath, rubbing my palms against the fabric of my leggings as I watch Killian walk away and then I follow behind, slowly breathing in and out until I reach my dorm, practically stumbling through the door and into the bathroom, glancing into the open doorway of the room Kat has been staying in. She's not there now but when I'd come back from work a few nights ago she was curled up asleep.
I step into the shower, closing my eyes against the onslaught of water, I let it wash over me, soothing tired and achy muscles.
Pushing out, I dry and get ready, slipping on my clothes for the day before finding myself walking across the lush courtyard.
The cafeteria is near full when I reach it, everyone having already been here for a while it seems. I guess I was in that shower for a bit longer than I thought.
I slip to the back of the line, noticing the dwindling food and take the scraps I can before they close the line. Hugging the tray close to me, I walk for the table in the middle of the room, taking my usual seat even though I'm alone, none of the boys making an appearance.
I haven't even taken my first bite before somebody decides to ruin it.
The telltale click of heels against linoleum quiet the rest of the cafeteria, everyone seeming to wait with bated breath as Sienna stop at my table.
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Dead Girls Don't Run ✔️
ActionCompleted | No one comes looking for a dead girl, as long as she stays dead. • • • Having finally escaped the vicious hands of the life she runs from, Noah hides out in a new city, with a new identity to match. But when life becomes too hard to l...
