The Runaway [READ THE DESCRIPTION]

Chapter 1

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Kason looked up at me with that three-year-old face that saysI’m scared. Hold me, Mommy.I picked him up, positioned him on my hip and took off running.

My name is Kara Lynnard. I am nineteen years old. I ran away from my home in Oakwood, California after my parents were murdered. I know the man who killed my parents and he knows that. I watched him kill them when I was only fifteen. And that’s why I have to keep running.

-Flashback-

“Kara, come down! Breakfast is ready!” Mom yelled from the kitchen.

“Okay! I’ll be right there!” I yelled back.

As I stepped out of my room, there was a loud crash and I heard my mother scream. I ran down the stairs. I heard a loudbangand athud.I walked towards the open door and peered into the kitchen. What I saw was horrifying. On the ground, my mom lay bleeding to death with multiple stab wounds to the abdomen. Beside her, a man stood in front of my dad holding a bloody knife.

“Please,” Dad begged, “don’t do this.”

The man, obviously younger and stronger that my dad, didn’t acknowledge that my dad had said anything. In one quick motion, he grabbed my dad by the shoulder and stabbed him in the gut. I jumped at the horror that played out before my eyes. The man turned his head and looked at me. An evil smile formed across his face. I wanted to run back up to my room and hide under my covers until this nightmare was over, but it was too late.

He started towards me. In a panic, I frantically slammed the kitchen door shut and ran towards the front door. I grabbed the keys to my parents’ Mercedes as I ran out of the house. I ran into the garage and jumped in the car. I saw the man running towards me as I started the car and sped out of the driveway.

I had driven a little over 200 miles south when the car started to get low on gas.

“Great,” I muttered.

I didn’t have my wallet so I had no money. I pulled over to the side of the road and rummaged through the glove compartment and found five hundred dollars in an envelope. I breathed a sigh of relief. It would be just enough to fill the car with gas and for a place to sleep for the night.

I pulled into the nearest gas station. Across from me stood a tall, blonde hottie; he looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. ‘Just my luck.’ I thought. I probably looked horrible. I pulled down the sun visor and looked in the mirror and sure enough, I did. I was still wearing my pajamas from that morning. My light brown hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and was all in knots. My eyes were red puffy from all of my crying.

I got out and sniffled as I fumbled with the gas pump. He looked over at me, and a concerned look came upon his face.

He came over to me and said, “Hey, are you okay?”

“Uh. No… Not really,” I replied solemnly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He seemed like he really cared.

“Well, um…,” I started to cry. I wasn’t sure if I should tell him what happened. After all, I didn’t even know his name. “You see, I uh… I just saw my parents murdered this morning.” By the time I finished the sentence, I was sobbing.

He came closer to me and wrapped his arm around me. I leaned closer and buried my face in his chest. I felt so safe in his arms. It reminded me of the way I felt when my dad would hug me which made me sob even harder.

“Do you have a place to stay?” he asked softly.

“No,” I answered as I gathered myself back together.

“Why don’t you come stay at my place tonight?”

“No, I couldn’t.”

“It’s fine, really.”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Brayden. Brayden Young,” he smiled as I looked into his icy blue eyes.

“I’m Kara.”

“Okay Kara. Now we know each other. So why don’t you come stay at my place for the night. Just so you can get things figured out. Okay?”

“Okay. Thank you.”

And with that, we got into his car and he drove us to his house.

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“Here we are,” he said when we reached his house.

“Thank you again for this,” I said.

“It’s fine. Really it is,” he said smiling.

We stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like a lifetime. The world around me faded; all except for Brayden. And for the first time today, I felt genuinely safe.

“You can sleep in the guest bedroom tonight,” he said as we walked in.

“Okay,” I replied.

“Alright,” he said yawning, “let’s get you off to bed.” He put his arm around me and showed me to the guest room.

“Thanks,” I said as he led me into the room.

We sat down on the edge of the bed and looked into each other’s eyes.

“You have beautiful eyes Kara,” he said softly.

I blushed and smiled brightly which made him smile.

“And a beautiful smile,” he added.

“Thanks,” I said, that was the best I could come up with.

“You get some rest. I’ll be across the hall if you need me,” he said as he got up from the bed.

“Okay. Good night,” I replied as I pulled the covers over my body. I laid my head on the pillow and almost instantaneously, I fell asleep.

I woke up crying and heaving. I looked at the clock on the nightstand that read 3:02a.m. Brayden ran into my room and sat next to me, pulling me closely into a hug.

“How did you hear me crying?” I asked between sobs.

“I’m a light sleeper,” he whispered.

“Oh, sorry if I woke you up.” I mumbled. My voice was husky from all the crying.

“It’s okay,” he replied, drying my tears.

“Do you want me to stay here with you?” he asked.

“Yeah…would you?” I asked, calming down. He laid down next to me and I fell asleep in his arms.

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