Troubled

Chapter 3: Always Running

Before you read sorry for such a short chapter! And i hope you dont mind but, this chapter, like the other ones before, has not been editied. Enjoy! :) 

As soon as I got to my room I locked the door, no way in hell was someone getting me. I knew I had to make a plan just incase someone got in. chewing on my nail I took a seat on the edge of the bed; nothing would work. I knew from the moment I saw them that something was off but, now everything just screamed danger! If having a bunch of guys following you isn't enough I was also starving I thought as my stomach growled loudly. I thought back to the last time I ate; yesderday morning. Great.

Pacing back and forth I looked out the window, everything was so quiet. I leaned in closer to the window with my nose barley touching the glass just as soon as someone smashed it. I let out a petrefying scream; jumping back I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. Thankfully no glass got in my eyes, instead I had scratches down my cheeks and neck. Pausing only to take a breathe I painfully jammed my body out the bathroom window. I held my breathe as i watched my out stretched hands coming closer to the deck faster, and faster. As planned I postioned my arms underneath my head and rolled stealthly making my every move as quiet as I could.

Once I caught my balance I was off, sprinting towards the stairs I was caught off guard when two hands wrapped around my waist. As soon as I felt them I frantically started kicking and punching my attacker. I kept going with all my force until I felt the hands loosen the slightest bit. Within seconds I kicked him in the knee and dashed forward; breaking free from his grasp I jumped down the stairs.