Runaway

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Alyssa's POV

I was running. Running from the pain, the hurt, the never ending ache in my broken heart.

I couldn't believe what I had just seen. He promised he would never cheat on me, he would never hurt me. I guess promises we're meant to be broken.

The picture of him and the stranger making out in our apartment was stuck I my mind. I ran about a mile until I reached my best friends house. I took the hidden key from its place under the mat and opened the door.

I flicked on the lights and she was standing there, holding a gun. "please ash" was all I got out before the bullet pierced through my flesh.

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