He barged into my apartment, with a knife in his hand. I opened my mouth to scream.
"Don't say a word." He growled. I clamped my piehole shut, shaking in my battered-up high tops. He circled around me, and I waited to see what he would do. Then, he walked up to me and thrust the knife at me. Startled, I jumped back.
"Here, take it, you stupid girl." He shoved the knife at me again.
"Who are you?" I questioned quizzically. His face was covered by a black ski mask, so there was no way of knowing who the mysterious man was.
"Just follow me." He snarled.
"No." I stood there, not even flinching. "Who do you think I am? What kind of girl do you take me for? I am not about to just go with a random guy who I don't even know who just broke into my apartment." I declared.
"Fine." He huffed, a nasty smirk on his face. "You don't want to cooperate, then I'll just have to do this the hard way." He lunged at me before I knew what was happening.
And that was the last thing I remember.
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Run Girl, Run
Teen FictionAnova Starr was pressured into a horrible crime by a mysterious stranger. She must now and forever live her life running from the law. She has decided to never trust another soul again. But as she runs from town to town, she meets a potential friend...
