I do not hesitate. I run towards the rock as fast as I can, pushing through the remaining people in the crowd. The man in the white cloak looks toward me with a confused look on his face. I don't stop. I grab the rock, and force it to his head with all the strength I can muster. I don't hear the crowd anymore. I don't see the crowd anymore. I just see Margaret next to a man with a white cloak lying on the ground, blood pouring red from his mouth. I use the sharp end of the rock to slice the ropes she's tied to, grab her hand, and we run faster than we've ever ran before.
Margaret and I don't stop running for hours. We don't look behind us. We don't stop for breath. We don't even notice our body is weary and in pain. We just keep running east. Margaret guides me using the directions she received previously from her brother, I assume. We get there as the sun goes down. The cabin is small, beautiful, surrounded by trees and shrubbery and life. It's beautiful. I grab Margaret's hand, squeeze it, and smile as we look towards our future.
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Two Sick Lovers
RomanceRosalie Greyback lives a troubled life with her abusive, strict father. Struggling with trying to cope with living with her father, she seeks a bit of color in her dull, grey life. That color she craves so badly finds her in the shape of a beautiful...
