When The Heart Guides The Hand ~ 'Destined Lovers' Book 1

Running for my Life

Chapter 1 – Running for my Life

I looked out my window glumly. Today was my twentieth birthday, but I had no one to share it with. My best friend Trish had moved to the UK recently. She had effectively been my only friend. Her parents had taken me in when my mother died when I was twelve. Why didn’t my dad take care of me you ask? Because he fucked off when he found out my mother was pregnant. So, here I was, alone again.

I decided to stop moping around and take a walk. I’d get weird looks from the non-gothic majority of Sydney, but right now I didn’t give a fuck. I looked across the room at the beautiful old, gold framed mirror in the corner. It had been my mothers’. I stood, looking up and down myself. My dark red, loose curling hair fell to just below my shoulders, bright green eyes stared back at me framed by long black lashes. I looked down, regarding my outfit. I smiled at my tight, black and red, lacy shirt and ripped grey, skinny jeans and black converse…not my best attempt, but good enough for today’s purposes at least.

With a resentful sigh, I put in my headphones and grabbed my keys and wallet. Cold winter air filled my lungs and whipped my hair about my face as I stepped outside. I felt the door click shut behind me as the dead-lock slipped into place and I headed off; I flicked through the music on my phone and set it to shuffle between Marilyn Manson and Motionless in White, pocketing it again as I began my walk.

At first I didn’t even have a specific destination in mind, but I eventually settled on the park not far from where I’d gotten to. I headed towards the art gallery near the Powerhouse Museum, ignoring looks from passers-by. I felt like I was being watched…or followed. I turned, looking behind along the street I’d just walked up, intending to glare at whoever was watching me…but there was no one.

Hesitantly, I turned back towards the park, unintentionally slamming into someone. I stumbled backwards a little. “Wow…sorry dude…” I looked up at the guy apologetically, but then my eyes widened…’Scary doctor much?’ I thought to myself. I went to walk around him, but he blocked my way. “I said I was sorry…will you please let me by?”

He looked at me curiously, his eyes boring into mine for a moment. “You would be…perfect…”

“Excuse me?” I raised my eyebrows at him in incomprehension as I took a step back.

“As his mate…you will be perfect for him.” The man’s eyes narrowed slightly and he smiled sadistically.

“Look, I…” I paused as he reached into his jacket for something. Adrenaline pumped itself through my veins as he produced a syringe. “Oh, fuck that!”

I spun on my heel and bolted back the way I’d come, the streets now empty. My breath came hard and fast as I pushed my legs to go faster, hearing heavy footfalls behind me. I looked over my shoulder. He was chasing me. I couldn’t think, I could barely breathe anymore, I just knew I had to lose him.

I darted down an alley to my right and then the one to my immediate left. I stopped when I could no longer hear the guys behind me. I fell against the wall, panting and holding the stitch in my side. I looked up when I heard a soft sound down the alley I was in and screamed. The man was standing at the end I’d just come through, staring at me intently. I pushed off the wall and sprinted away. I came out two blocks from my house and I sprinted to my front door.

I looked around, terrified, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I pushed my key into the lock, racing inside and bolting the door behind me. I shouldn’t stay here…he might know where I am. I walked briskly into my room, grabbed my Mighty Boosh duffle bag and started throwing my favourite clothes into it. I placed my wallet and phone in the bag and zipped it closed, grabbing my keys and racing to the door. I pulled the door open…the guy was there! He stifled my scream as he grabbed me and dragged me back into my own house. I hit and kicked with all the strength I possessed after running from him, but he was unfazed.

I cried out as I felt the syringe into my neck, tears falling down my cheeks as my body went limp and my vision blurred. The last thing I heard before I fell into the realm of unconsciousness was the man’s voice attempting to sooth me: “Don’t worry, young one…you’re gonna be alright…”

Somehow, I rather doubted it.

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