Aiming For Her

5. The Unnoticed Officer.

My heart races against my rib cage as I blindly turn hallway after hallway.

Ever since my wealthy parents threw me out of the house, meeting them was the last thing on my mind. Their stern faces and critical remarks gave me nightmares, and their ability to make me feel like a mistake, gave me heartache's. Sick, depressed, and angry. However you name it- those were the twisted feelings I got whenever I saw their straight, plain stares.

Never failing to drive me insane, mother and father always lectured me about life. The only reason was to try and shape me into this 'perfect' daughter, they'd always dreamed of. But they never got the girl they wanted. I'm not perfect, and I refuse to become another copy of what I obviously don't want.

To be honest, I was considering turning into a stripper. Dana was too, but back then we'd laugh about it and let it slip off our minds once the next juicy topic slipped up.

It was funny then, now I find myself actually considering it.

The darkness starts to spin in my head with worry. I ignore the pain shooting up the right side of my stomach. Probably running with a fresh shot wound and bruises wasn't the best idea. But what were my options? I was limited.

Tears of frustration threatened to spill from my eyes, and I held them back with all the might I could muster.

Good god. I cannot stand to face them now. I'm so zombie-looking. My rich parents would be laughing at me for days if they saw me this torn up.

Completely and utterly drained, I run back into the darkness, bumping into a few invisible objects along the way. A few curses leave my mouth. I always hated getting bruises, they leave me crippled and hideous.

A part of me is homesick from all this anguish, but another part of me is saying that there's no turning back. I'm torn mentally on two different opinions. So, the only thing I can do is run in hopes of not getting caught.

If that's even possible.

I begin to pant of exhaustion, and pick up my pace. Instantly my body slams against something hard and I groan. Wisps of hair fly into my open mouth. I grow hot on my cheeks the more I struggle to keep up with myself.

"Juniper!" I hear Issac's call from far away, "Juniper stop running, you don't want to find out what I do once I catch you!"

I stumble on my feet at his words and begin to speed walk and run. My head turns in all directions. My lungs feel like they're on fire. I should just stop and give in, but the thought of Issac getting his hands on me makes me sick to my stomach.

There's no way I'm stopping for him!

Suddenly the buzzers go off around me with a loud boom. It startles me and I accidentally let out a girly screech. Scrambling backwards, I rush out of the hallway in panic.

The hallways blink red as the alarm continues to escalate. I can't tell which is worse, being in a cell, or running away from Issac. As I run, something catches my eyes and I come to an abrupt stop. Slowly I walk back, scanning the rooming carefully.

There's a small pile in the distance. But the closer I get, the pile grows bigger. My eyes widen the moment I realize it's protective police gear and clothes.

A light bulb flashes inside my head.

Turning to see if anyone saw me yet, I quickly rushed forward and grabbed a handful of clothing. Luckily Issac forgot to put cuffs me. Still panicked, I unzip my orange jumpsuit and slip on a pair of pants.

I remove my grip to button up, but the blue fabric falls down before I even get the chance.

Too big.