On the Run

Chapter 32

(A/n)

Sorry I haven't been updating to whoever is reading this. I had a competition in L.A. And I have been really tired.

Hope this chapter is long enough for you..but from now on I'll try to update everyday!

Thanks!

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****Riley's POV****

"I thought I killed you?" I said appalled.

So many thoughts were entering my brain at that moment, I couldn't think straight. She keeps coming back to life, and that scares me. I want this to end for once and for all, and if she keeps magically coming back to life, that's going to be hard.

She chuckled at me, and knelt down eye level.

"See I told you this, your to dumb to remember," she leaned in,"your not the only one with a gift."

My heart sank. She's like a problem that keeps coming back to bite you. As they say, karma is a freaking bitch.

She stood up again, and started to walk towards the door.

"Well, I'll be back for some more tests."

"So what your just going to practically torture me, until your ready to call the official people to come torture me some more?" I gestured air quotes around official people.

She nodded, and grinned her devilish smile. She began to walk out the door.

"Kill me." I spoke.

She froze, and came back into the room.

"What did you say?"

"Kill me. I have no reason to live. Your going to torture me, and then I'll be handed off to some more torturing. So kill me. I mean you don't look like you would mind. Surely enough you lied to me for about seven years with a fake friendship. It will be like I'm not even there. You would have to worry about me." I choked up at the end, but held the tears back.

There really is no point in living. Personally I think it would be better. Jason wouldn't have to worry about keeping me safe. I could be pain free, and I wouldn't have to live in fear anymore. Seems like a good decision to me. I wouldn't cause anyone else pain anymore.

Her eyes looked guilty, and full of sorrow, and she quickly shook her head, and walked out of the room.

I rested my head up against the wall.

How could someone be happy doing the stuff that she, and Austin do?

The door opened once again, and I didn't even bother to look up.

"Riley?" Austin asked from the door.

I looked at him, but I didn't want to speak, especially to him, ever.

I stood up, and blankly walked over to the small bed in the corner of the room. I laid down with my back to him.

He walked over to me, and tried to pull my shoulder to where I would be facing him, but I quickly ripped it away.

"Why are you so mad?" He asked.

"You really going to ask me that?" I said.

I think reality sunk in, and he exited the room.

Serves him right. He has put me through hell.

I laid there staring at the wall for what seemed like hours.