The Connections We Make

Chapter One

Chapter One

            Keep running. Just keep running.

            The wind rushed through the brunette’s hair as trees whipped past her. She wasn’t focused on the views that surrounded her. No. Her bright blue baby blues were focused on the spanning distance before her. The barely covered legs that kept her going were coated in mud and light scratches. But she wasn’t worried.

Well, not about that anyways.

No, she was more worried about what was chasing her.

In all of her eighteen years of life, she had never felt this much motivation to run. Run and never look back. That was the plan.

The forest that surrounded her was as alive as ever. The birds chirped and fluttered away as she pushed herself forward. Ground dwelling animals rushed to avoid her speeding feet and even the obnoxious insects that surrounded the brightly colored flowers tried with all their might to move away from her. However, it would seem that the beast that trailed her didn’t quite get the memo.

What was that?

A loud crack sounded from behind the running girl, fueling her adrenaline. The beast that was chasing her sounded a lot closer then it was only a few minutes ago. It was gaining. However, before she had time to ponder the thought more, she was roughly shoved to the ground.

The brunette let out a groan as she came in contact with the hard ground. She tried to get up but there was an overwhelming heavy force atop her that kept her in contact with the forest floor. Heavy breathing fanned out over her face yet the girl refused to open her eyes. She didn’t want to give them the pleasure of knowing that they got to her.

She had too much pride.

The weight on top of her seemed to shift and a slightly lighter weight replaced the previous one. The girl felt this new weight move so that her body was covered by this one.

“Look at me,” The weight demanded with a smooth voice. The girl, however, refused to open those baby blues. “I said, look at me.”

Instead of obeying the demanding voice the girl started to struggle under the weight. She knew that the voice was all male and that he was probably used to people following his every rule. The brunette tried to shove the man away or to just move his arms so that she could slide out from under him. The man, however, was going to have none of that.

He was going to get his way whether she liked it or not.

“Stop,” he ordered before moving to sit up yet still hold her beneath him. He looked down at the female, allowing his eyes to trail down her face, neck, and chest before slowly moving back up to her face. He noticed how her skin was slightly tanned with a few freckles, how her hair was a deep chestnut that mirrored his hair perfectly, and how her lips looked simply delicious. She looked perfect.

If only he could see her eyes.

He knew that he could force her to open those eyes for him, but he knew that he was already pushing his limits with her. A new idea formed in his head. Slowly, he leant down so that his face was only a few inches above hers and carefully let his tongue slide up her cheek.

Instantly, the brunette’s eyes shot open as she watched in disbelief as the man above her raised his face to look at hers. Her eyes were wide with shock while his were shining smugly. The girl noticed how his eyes were the tantalizing shade of green that she couldn’t help but compare to the massive forest surrounding them. He won.

“What’s you name?” the green eyed man asked as he gazed down at the blue eyed beauty beneath him. All he got in return was a sharp glare that he was sure was meant to intimidate. He thought it made her look cute. “My name is Dylan.”

Silently, the girl cursed herself and the traitorous shiver that swept down her spine as the male spoke to her. Dylan, as he called himself, was someone worthy of magazine covers. He was very good looking. Easily a male-Greek-god-model. Unfortunately, this was only one part of him.

And she knew just how scary the other part was.

“Don’t feel like talking, love?” Dylan asked, “Don’t worry; you can talk all you want when we get back to the house.”

To say the girl was a little surprised when Dylan suddenly stood up, pulling her with him before he swept her up and put her over his shoulder, well, that would be a gross understatement. Fear gripped onto her with a tight hold as she realized that he had started walking in the direction they had just come from. The natural instinct to fight back took over as the girl, who paled in size compared to the man who was carrying her, tried to kick and punch said man. It was futile. He wasn’t going to be letting her go anytime soon. Before she knew what was happening, she felt pressure at the back of her neck before the world around disappeared into darkness.

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