On The Run

Chapter 2: Unexpected Contact

Charlotte's POV

I nodded slightly at the guy holding a gun to my head.

I'm not crazy, it's not like I would deny and risk the chance of being killed on the spot. When he first offered to help me up, my senses went into overload at his dark beauty. His ruffled dark hair contrasted with the striking freshness of his clear blue eyes. His pink plump lips had turned into a smile as he had brought me to my feet. His chiseled jaw clinched as he apologized for knocking me over, and once I felt that everything was okay, his whole demeanor changed.

His previous look of friendliness and comfort was immediately replaced with frustration, and urgency.

He pulled me into a secluded corner only to demand to be taken to my house.

What did he want? Was he going to force himself onto me or something?

My previous thoughts were slightly lightened when he implied he wasn't going to hurt me, but who was I to actually believe a criminal?

He placed the cold slab of metal back into his back pocket before motioning me to start walking.

"Got a car?" he asked nonchalantly.

Well obviously not since you ran into me while I was walking. "No." I stated abruptly.

"You scared?" his full lips now curled up into a knowing smirk. He was extremely attractive but my mind traveled back to the situation I was in.

He is dangerous.

He can potentially hurt you.

He has blood on his shirt.

A gun in his hand.

He is not, in any way whatsoever attractive.

He took my silence as a yes and started to smirk, well his assumption wasn't wrong. I was scared to death, but I tried to appear as strong as possible and silence was my best option right now.

When we were a few minutes from my apartment I opened my mouth to finally speak. What I previously thought I would say strongly came out in slight trembles, "U-uh-m what are...Why d-did you want me to take you here?"

He let out a frustrated sigh and slowly traced his tongue along his bottom lip.

"You aren't in any position to be asking questions here," he raised his eye brow at me, I sunk a bit at the gesture, "but I needed somewhere to stay, you were the closest person at the moment, that's really it." He reached into his front pocket and emerged with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He placed the cancer stick between his lips and brought the lighter up to ignite it, he took a long inhale of smoke closing his eyes to relish in the cloudy relief. I crinkled my nose as he exhaled the smoke right into my face, I broke into a fit of coughs as he broke into a fit of laughs.

A few minutes later I came to an abrupt stop, causing him to collide with me once again. He cursed repeatedly under his breath before bringing his eyes of the sea to rest on the building ahead of me.

"Is this your apartment complex?" He asked before taking the stick from his in between lips. I nodded submissively. "Well, are you gonna take us to your place or what?

"O-oh- yeah right," I rushed out nervously, making my way faster to my door.

I was greeted with the familiar scent of my home before I glanced back at the guy behind me.

He observed my apartment closely, as I watched his eyes flickered to place to place.

"How'd you get your owns?" he asked, a wave of confusion spread over my features, he sighed clearly annoyed, "You know, your own place? You can't be a day over 19."

I stayed silent; I obviously did not want to partake in a conversation with my attacker.

I kept my eyes glued to him as his eyes roamed over my body, which caused me to release a well contained shiver.

"Speak to me," he demanded, his eyes now resting upon mines. I forced myself to not give into his hypnotizing waves of blue. He frowned when I still didn't reply, "Remember when I said I wouldn't hurt you as long as you did everything I said? Well yeah, that still applies here." He said while rolling his eyes.

"You wouldn't," I rushed out nervously.

He glanced down at his bloodied jeans before plopping down on my couch, "Oh now we both know that I would." He smirked knowingly.

After a few minutes of silence I finally came to my senses. "I have a job, well, more like an internship that pays. It pays well." I shrugged as he raised his eyebrow in question. "You asked me how I moved out and got my own place so early, well that's how."

He nodded approvingly before aimlessly staring into space, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

I wondered why I was allowing this to happen to me until my eyes were met with the black metal resting a little too comfortably in his back pocket. Oh yeah, that's why.

My eyes roamed up from the gun to his shirt. He had threw his jacket on the floor now revealing a plain white tee that was a bit see through in places. I could clearly define sculpted stomach and spot a total of maybe 3 tattoos.

My eyes raked even further up before being caught with the gaze of my attacker. I felt my cheeks heat up furiously, he had just caught me eye raping him.

I looked away to break the gaze, as I took a seat opposite of him.

"What's your name?" he asked while fiddling with some of my belongings on the table in front of him.

I let out a silent scoff; he must have heard me because a questioning look overtook his dark features.

"What?" he asked.

"Aren't you supposed to be terrorizing me right now? Doing criminal stuff? Stealing my belongings? Not attempting to start a conversation, you even have a gun in your back pocket, have you ever even used it?" I quickly threw a hand over my mouth.

Before I knew it I was raised off of my feet and pushed into a hard wall. My breathing accelerated as I noticed our closeness. Maybe I shouldn't have said what I had said, I didn't know what came over me. I was scared to death, and I thought he was going to kill me right here, right now.

He brought the gun that was previously resting aimlessly in his pocket to the crook of my neck, he rested his lips upon my ear slightly, "don't fucking speak to me like that again, I'm trying to make everything work out in your favor so the least you can do is be fucking grateful and not complain." He then proceeded to trace his parted

lips down to the crook of my neck opposite to the side where the gun was rested. "If you want me to terrorize you I will gladly do it," I felt his lips turn up into a smirk, "I didn't really take you as the kinky type."

My thoughts were interrupted by his deep chuckles.

"Don't ever think for a second that I'm a nice guy Charlotte because I am not." He said as he removed the gun from the crook of my neck and placed it back into the pocket where it previously lay.

I winced as he pulled away so suddenly, missing the feeling of his skin on mine. I cringed at the thought. What the hell is wrong with you Charlotte, he had a gun pointed at you!

It took me a while to place my thoughts back together from what had just happened. I cursed myself for walking down the street that night, I cursed myself for choosing to move to this city, I cursed myself for it all.

Wait how did he even know my name?