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RUNNING AWAY FROM HIM

I ran without even knowing the direction I was going. I knew it was a bad idea. I was running when suddenly I bumped into someone. I quickly apologized and walked away, this time at a slower pace.

I looked around and every student was staring at me. I trembled at the thought of what they were thinking. They all kept whispering something to each other, and I felt a sudden urge to cry. I looked down, keeping my eyes on the floor.

I found myself somewhere unfamiliar, but there was a small garden with a water fountain and lots of trees. There were no people, so I quickly hid behind a tree, letting myself fall and cry.

This was bad...

I kept crying until I felt someone's presence near me. I quickly looked up to see a boy crouching down close to my face.

"Here," he said, passing me his handkerchief. I didn't know what to say. It was something I never expected, so I stood up and walked away without looking back at him.

I was about to leave the garden when I heard a painful shout. I quickly turned back, and what I saw made me feel dead inside.

There he was, the man who called me his prey, beating the boy who tried to give me the handkerchief. I looked around, but there was no one to help that boy. He kept crying for mercy with his bloodied face, but that demon never paid attention. I kept trembling in my place, frozen with horror.

"RHYS, STOP! HE WILL DIE!" another boy shouted. He might have been one of his friends. His hand was holding a cigarette, which he threw away before shouting.

Rhys—that name sent chills down my spine.

Finally, he kicked the boy mercilessly in the stomach and stopped. I was still standing there when his eyes locked with mine. A devilish smirk appeared on his face.

Something was wrong, very wrong. I didn't waste any time and quickly ran towards my class. The classes were about to start, but I knew I couldn't stay any longer, so I picked up my bag and ran outside of the college, directly home.

Mom was sitting with my brother watching cartoons when I stepped in. Their eyes widened, and wide smiles appeared on their faces.

Mom quickly got up, grabbed both my hands, and pulled me inside. She made me sit on the sofa and asked, "How was your day, baby?"

There was still a pretty smile adorning her face, while my brother's eyes sparkled with excitement. I gulped and then forced myself to smile.

"It was good, Mom," I said, swallowing the tears that were about to fall. It was a lie, but this lie made them happy—so happy that they both hugged me.

"Go and change. I will make your favorite today," Mom said, getting up from the sofa.

"But you were making my favorite today, Mom," my brother complained.

I nodded my head, ignoring his complaint, and got up to walk to my room. Once I reached it, I didn't wait any longer and threw myself on the bed.

Those deep, dark hazel eyes, with something so crazy in them, scared me. They kept coming back whenever I tried to forget. I clenched one of my pillows, pulling it close and hugging it, closing my eyes to keep myself calm.

Being calm—only this could help me.

After some time, I stood up, changed into something more comfortable, and washed my face. I walked downstairs; Mom had already made my favorite—pizza and chocolate milkshake.

We all sat on the sofa, and like any other day, my mom chose what to watch.

I felt myself returning to normal because this was my home, where I felt no fear.

Not knowing what destruction those eyes hold's.....

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