Chasing Destiny

Prologue

Destiny's eyes fluttered open, after a particularly bad dream. It was the same dream, again and again-She could recite it backwards, and the horror sticks fresh in her mind. Her brunette hair stuck to her forehead, strands entering her mouth, sticking out like pine needles in the autumn.

Her blue eyes flecked with worry and stress, and crusty stuff in her tear ducts. She looked a mess and she knew it.

Her palms made their way to the duvet, slicking sweat off her palms as she took in the view of the room. Hotel bedsheets and the bare, empty room made her feel trapped and lonely. She couldn't stay even if she wanted to, she had to carry on running.

Running away from a particular man who decided he wanted her, and he was determined to catch her. Not that she didn't feel the same way, oh no.

The more dominant part of her brain returned the feeling he had towards her, and that's why she was in a small hotel room in the middle of Rio De Janeiro.

She was running away from everything.

Her mind told her to run, and everyone else told her to run. Mainly because of her parent's fault.

You see, her father had a secret life. Her mother died shortly after Destiny's fourth birthday, leaving Destiny and her father to fend for themselves.

Up until her eighteenth, she was spoon-fed lies about her dad, that he was called Jack, he was 49, and he worked as an assistant manager at her hometown's bank. Not that she had an abnormal feeling about her father, but she just didn't feel like she was on the same page as him. Or in the same library as her Father. In fact, she felt like he was the fancy library in Washington, and she was the local library.

Her hotel phone rang suddenly, the dull sound racking in her ears like a band of banshees. It surprised her, she knew she never ordered wake up calls, and in Rio? She barely spoke the language, and the only thing she remembered doing is checking in, pulling out some flannel shorts and a tank top to sleep in.

Her bags were already in her car, just her day bag on the windowsill needed to be grabbed, all she needed to do was change and she could leave and run again. Destiny quickly hopped out of bed, stripped out of her nightclothes, and in her day clothes she picked up the phone that still was ringing on it's third ring.

All it took to get her in a flurry of action was three words, three words for her to jump out of her first floor hotel room, skid on the terracotta roof tiles right down to the entrance of the hotel car park.

Those words were menacing, husky and sickly sweet to the point of bile rising up in her hungry stomach. The words that made her snap her mind into action and begin sprinting the hell away from here. Because whenever he used that tone, he was pissed, and he meant business.

Those words sealed her fate.

It was: "I found you".

And by God, she was not ready to stop running and face him. Not now, not ever, not even if she was held at gunpoint and forced to choose. The bullet would be much easier than her future fate-

If she gets caught, that is.

And she was not done running.

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Hey! Picture to the side is Miranda Kerr, who is Destiny in this story.

Crazy_Dominika, Over and out.