Victor Hernandez has a Girlfriend!

Jules Young: The Dirty Deed.

Pant...Pant...

I am going to die.

Is this really happening?

Where is she?

Come on, Jules, you have to find her!

*heavy breathing*

I again forced my legs to move forward, running in whatever direction I found visible, moving my eyes all over the place.

Why is it night time? It just makes it so much more difficult.

What if I don't find he-

Disheveled hair...big blue frightened eyes...wet cheeks...torn clothes....

THERE SHE IS!

We spotted each other at the same time and she broke into another sprint. Damn it!

I ran as (if a dinosaur was after me) fast as I could and quickly caught up with her. Her arm was just a few inches from my desperate hand...

Grab.

"AHHHH...."

Before her scream could (disperse the angels from Heaven) wake anyone up, I pressed my hand onto her mouth.

"Shh....Shh....you bloody little....", I grabbed her fully and was now grappling with her. Her back was pressed to my chest.

Her continuous hot tears were sensed by my hand which was to her mouth. I tried taking her to a corner but she suddenly started hitting me with her legs.

"Calm down, calm down....don't make this hard for both of us!", I angrily whispered into her ear.

My eyes caught a look of her bare shoulder which wasn't bruised (until she came to my house) an hour ago.

I gulped.

What (have I done) should I do?

In anger, I turned her around sharply, my hand still on her mouth.

"You.Will.Not.Tell.Anyone.", I made each word clear to her with my eyes wide.

Fresh tears ran down her red eyeballs.

Although I had closed her mouth, I wanted to hear some sort of answer from her. Five seconds later I spoke again.

"You know why?...", I went. "Because (I am scared of you) no one will believe you. No one."

She shut her eyes.

"Look at me! Look at me, you miserable little!", I shouted in anger.

She opened her (innocent) eyes again.

"I will (be jailed) make your life a living hell if you tell anyone. Understand?", I asked (desperately).

She slowly nodded her head but I wanted (to beg forgiveness) a stronger reply.

"From now on, you and I don't know each other, is that clear? Is that clear to you, bitch?", I shook her violently. She nodded her head strongly this time.

I am (going to regret this) safe now, I thought.

"When I let you go, run to your house, take a shower, and go to bloody sleep.", I instructed.

"Nothing fishy."

I warned and let her go.

She ran and never looked back.