Cold, clammy hands roughly grabbed ahold of my pulsing wrists, shoving them between two frigid metal hoops as the backs of my knees were harshly kicked, forcing me to slam facedown into the dirt.
Even then, my physical pain was nothing compared to the amount of guilt I was feeling.
The weight of my lies sat my chest like a hundred-pound weight, my lungs burning for air, forcing me to cough in the earth below my cracked lips.
Her screams and the sirens were all I could hear.
"He didn't do it! Officers please! He didn't do it!" she screeched, thrusting her weak body at their feet, her red cheeks stained with hot tears, begging for mercy.
Why had I done this to her? Why had I forced her to beg for my life at the feet of the law? Why had I taken her away?
"If he isn't guilty, why did he hide?"
Her sore voice squeaked in fear before she finally found the strength to utter the last words I would ever hear from her.
"He just needed to run away."
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Runaway // n.h.
Fanfic"if he isn't guilty, why did he hide?" "he just needed to run away"
