Wicked Obsession

11.

Monday, July 15

He grabs my wrist and I quickly use my other hand to punch him in the nose. He yelps and releases me to hold his new injury. I take that opportunity to run for it. They yell after me and I hear their footsteps but I have adrenaline on my side.

My legs push me forward faster than I've ever run before. As soon as I reach a corner I turn, hoping to see someone else to help me but it's empty.

Fuckin' A.

My legs are starting to ache, I have never ran this long in my life, but I push forward. I still hear their faint footsteps behind me as I take another turn to find another dead street but just a few meters away is a more populated area.

There footsteps have disappeared so I slow my pace and turn into the populated street. I don't stop my fast pace until I'm a safe distance from where I came from. The cold all but forgotten in my overheated state. My breathing is ragged and the oxygen burns in my lungs.

I finally slow down and stop or else I might faint. Placing my hands on my knees, I focus on breathing deeply to try and steady my racing heart.

Suddenly a hand comes down on my shoulder and I feel something press into my back. My whole body freezes and the air leaves my lungs.

"That fucking hurt you bitch."

How the fuck did he catch up to me? I straighten my stance and try to face him but his grip tightens on my shoulder, sending more pain to my already hurting body.

"Don't make a fucking sound and walk."

I do as I'm told and he leads us into an alley. The other three guys are waiting, hoods drawn . My captor shoves me forward and I stumble and fall. My knee scrapes against the rough dirt and my palms take a few cuts as I hit the ground.

Once I'm on my feet the one who caught me speaks again.

"This is a lot of damn trouble for something that we can't have. It better be worth it."

A new voice speaks behind me, the tone much more defined, "You're much stupider than I thought you were if you don't think that it's worth it."

The other two snicker and take a step towards me. I turn around to face him and am surprised when I see his hood down. His eyes appear black in the dimly lit alley and his hair is buzzed except for the top, which is pulled back into a bun. He looks faintly familiar but it's too dark for me to be sure.

A sickening smile shows as he takes a step towards me.

"Aurora Whitman."

Holy shit. How the fuck does he know my name? My whole body freezes and I'm no longer able to keep my chill. I shove him away but it isn't long until the other men force my arms behind my back. One of them punches me in the cheek, radiating pain through out my body and I fight back tears.

I may be scared out of my mind but I refuse to give them the satisfaction of knowing it. Sticking my chin out I stare at the man in front of me as he slowly begins clapping.

"Bravo Aurora, I like your spunk but unfortunately I'm going to have to break it." One of his long fingers traces my jaw and I spit at his feet. The men holding me jerk me backward and I groan.