Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 3

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What the hell is going on?! I tried to yank my arm from his grip, but he was too strong. Screaming wouldn't do anything for me since that's the opposite of what he told me to do. He would probably kill me if I did.

"Get off of me!" I cried, trying and failing to escape his grip.

"I don't intend to hurt you, but there's a group of men who have been following you for the past five blocks," he exclaimed in a slightly worried tone.

'I don't intend to hurt you' is exactly what my mom said when she ruined me and my father. I shivered at the thought.

"Listen," he demanded firmly "You need to go! Run! Now!"

That's what my dad said 'you need to go, now!' How does he know this? Or is it just a coincidence? Either way my heart was beating so fast, I'm almost positive the man could hear it. He pushed me forwards and screamed "RUN!" By instinct I did, not only because he told me to, but I felt afraid, of him and everything else.

I ran barely 50 feet when I glanced back to see what was going on. No one was there, wow how did I fall for that? I started walking again panting a little since I'm so not used to running. Right when my thoughts started to take over my mind again, four dark figures appeared in front of me. I could tell with every second they were getting closer, but that didn't mean they were after me... did it? The moment I could make out their faces it started. Just as he predicted, they were following me.

"Hey beautiful, what's your name?" one of the men asked with his lustful gaze burning through my skin.

Another grabbed my wrist attempting to pull me in, but I quickly ripped my arm away from his grip. My eyes darted around, trying to find an escape route, but it was too late. I'm surrounded.

"Wha-What do you want from me?" I stuttered. The man from Starbucks was right, he wasn't the one I should be afraid of.

"Why? Are you afraid or something?" the man on my left chuckled. His remark made the four men laugh with the most devious smiles. Just as one of them lunged towards me, he was tackled by a familiar figure. The man from earlier that night and Starbucks. Was he watching me? How did he know this was going to happen? Many more questions came up, but now was not the time. I had to escape, run, anything but stand and watch.

I broke out into a sprint trying to keep my breath steady. I glanced back and my mind took over. My heels skidded on the ground to stop myself from going any further. That man probably just saved my life and I'm going to let him die back there with those disgusting men. I can't do that, I won't be selfish like my parents. The fight was moving so quickly I could barely comprehend the situation. I yelped when the man I had met at Starbucks was thrown on the floor. I had waited too long.

My first instinct was to go and save him, so I ran to the outskirts of the fight.

"Stop it! You're going to kill him." My fists clenched at the word kill. I never thought this was how I was going to spend my evening.

The moment they realized I was still there, they stopped kicking the helpless man on the ground.

"Oh you going to save your boyfriend, huh pretty girl? Well thats cute, isn't it Eric?" He glanced at the guy on his right side. Eric had vampire like skin compared to his darker friends. I glanced over to the man on the ground, he was clutching his left rib cage. Poor thing probably broke a rib trying to save me. Soon I realized I was silent for too long.

"He-he isn't my boyfriend. I don't know him, but that doesn't matter. You were still planning on killing him!" I screamed.

"Okay sweetheart, then will you trade your life for his?" Eric asked as a devious grin spread across his face.

Before I said a word I noticed the man stand up and quickly put a finger to his lips gesturing me to keep quiet. I really hoped he wouldn't run, he was my only hope.

"I-I.. Umm..." The words seemed to get away from me, but I gathered up my wits and spoke. "Yes, I would and I'm sure anyone would do the same for you!"

"Nice ch-" he was cut off by the injured man flipping two of his 'buddies' to the floor in sync. The two groaned and remained on the floor squirming slowly. The man literally knocked out the last two standing with a few blows to the face. Blood poured from their mouths and noses as they fled from the mystery man.

"Hello, my name is Theo James," he finally said to me. Right there and then I found another perfection of his. He was British. His words were spoken so calmly and fluidly like there weren't two extremely injured men squealing behind him.

"Hello, Theo," I repeated staring into his sparkling brown eyes.

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