Jen's POV.
I never turned back.
I never turned back.
I was so upset. I can't believe it took me this much of time to run away. I had no where to go. I don't care. I didn't even care. I just keep running, I didn't know where I was, started walking. There was a sign.
It read Maple Street.
Thank goodness I brought my phone. I checked in a map app I had. Oh my God, I am 4 miles away from home!!! Oh well, at least he won't find me here. I smiled.
Wow! Are these apartments or what. These are amazing. I thought.
I walked on. I think I walked another 4 blocks when it got dark. I was in front of a house when I felt being watched. I turned around. Nothing.
I walked across the street and I felt hands on me. I felt like screaming. Should I scream or what? I thought. I was about to when the person fell on top of me.
"Jen?"
Oh my god!
"Pat?" He moved the person on top of me.
He helped me up. I saw it was a man. He had a knife in his hands.
"No worries. He's going to be out for a while." Pat said calmly.
"Are you okay? What are you doing here?"
"I ran away from home. I had enough of my dad. I couldn't take it no more. I had to leave or he was going to kill me." I said
Then I remembered blackness and landind on something soft.
Pat's POV.
I can't believe it. I just saw Jen outside my bedroom window. I got excited. Maybe she lives around here. But then I got worried when a man was following her.
I followed them, just in time to save Jen from getting stabbed. I hit the guy with a rock on the back and he fell on top of Jen.
I talked to Jen. The only thing I could understand that her dad could have killed her. Then she fainted. If I hadn't cought her. She could have hit her head.
I carried Jen back into my house and lied her on my bed. My hand felt wet. I saw what was. Oh my god.
It was blood.
If you want to see what happens, come back tomorrow.
~ Peace Out
