The runaway.

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I can hardly breathe. I'm running and running and freaking running my heart out. Jesus freaking Christ I can't breathe they have killed my family and everyone i love! I know that they have been chasing me. I end up stumbling into this rich people neighberhood. I jump the fence knowing that they can't follow me in here and then i run until i find a house i can hide behind. I jump someones gate and hide in there backyard. After all, they can't just bust into someone's backyard, if they even caught me come here.

Thats when i notice how big the house is, its at LEAST 3 stories high. But my gwaking comes to an end when the owner comes outside. He is fairly short, he's only in his underwear which means i defenantly pissed him off. He has this hair cut nice and clean but its messy. He looks at me with cold eyes.im going to jail."Who the hell are you?!" I'm paralyzed with fear. "Pleasedontputmeinjailimtooyoungtodietheywilleatmealiveinthathellhole!!!!!" "I just asked who you are not all of that kid." I exsplain what happened and something i dont exspect happenes. He LAUGHS. "Come inside kid." I follow him inside this masterpeice called a house. It. Was. Huge. Everything was white or black. it was soooo nice. "Sit." He commands and i obediently sit on the black couch. "You can stay here if you need a place to stay, you know." Is this guy God? This bitch is god. But there was obiusly a catch. "If you work." "I can't do labor if you havn't noticed im pretty skinney. "But you also are a pretty face." "Is this was I think it is?" "You would be working as a stripper / prostitute. " "But... I'm a virgen..." He is shocked. "Follow me." "Where are we going?" "Just trust me.


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