Just Us

PROLOGUE

WELCOM TO "YOUR NOT THE ONLY ONE"!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have a few notes about the book your about to read, but first...

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING MY BOOK!

Now the notes:

1) This is the first time I've written a book.

2) I really appreciate critical comments about any mistakes I made and I want to hear your thoughts about the story; what should happen, what you don't think should happen etc. But please don't be mean about it.

3) I do not have an updating schedule so I don't know when I will be updating. I will try to write, edit and update as soon as possible.

4) warnings:

1. strong language

2. abuse

3. rape

4. mature content

5) I will not be putting a cast on my characters because I see them kinda as there own people, but feel free to visualize them as you please.

Without further ado, the prologue

Prologue

I could feel my heart beating in my feet as I ran as fast as I could. I had no clue where I was going but I knew in couldn't stop running. If I stopped running, he could reach me and I have no clue what would happen. He would hurt me, again. Being touched by him was the worst thing I've ever experience. I take two showers a day but I can still feel his hands on me.

I saw a house about 50 feet up at the top of a hill and pick up my pace to reach it. I praying that there is someone there to help me. The house didn't look abandoned so I was hopeful.

"Mila!"

I turned my head as he yelled my name and he was closer than I expected. Seeing how close he was make me run even faster. I had to get to the house.

As soon as I reached the house, I banged on the door, desperate for someone to save me. He will reach me any minute and my time was running out. I had to get inside and lock the door.

When no one answered I pushed open the door and ran inside. I immediately tried to shove the door closed but then there was a foot in the doorway. I screamed so loud hoping someone could here me but knew it was hopeless since we were at least 20 miles away from town and there were no houses around. He was trying to the door open so I gave up and ran to the closest room. When I reached the room I turned and closed and locked the door successfully.

The room was a tiny bathroom and it had not space. It was only a matter of time before he boke down the door and got to me. He was already banging on the door yelling my name.

"Mila! Open the damn door!" he paused for a few minutes before speaking softly, "Come on baby, please let me in. I just wanna talk." When I didn't respond he became even angrier than before. His breathing picked up and suddenly got louder. "MILA OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

I was so frightened but I had to think fast. I looked around the room and saw a small window. It was a small squeeze, but with quick work I could get out. The toilet was under it, so I climbed on top of it.

When I started to pull down the window, he started breaking down the door, with what sounded like a chair. I had to hurry! I pulled open the window and stuck my hands and head out of it. When I had just my feet left there was a loud bang behind me.

He got in.