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Prologue

        Adrenaline. A drug that pumps vigorously through your veins making it impossible to think straight. Mixing it with fear made it a deadly combination that made each breath harder to breathe, and your heart beat faster by the second.

        It was the only 2 things keeping me from stopping, guiding each foot in front of the other. I kept my pace, constantly checking to see how far behind me he was. I focused on avoiding running into trees, and tripping on sticks. The moonlight barely seeped through the tall oaks making me able to briefly see where I was going and what was in front of me.

        I slightly turned my head to see him about 30 meters away from me, struggling for each breathe. 'Why does he care if I run or not? He got what he wanted from me.' I thought to myself.

        When I finally looked straight ahead I was faced with a creek. I started to panic, wondering how I would get over it quick enough to get away from him. I saw an unsteady-looking rope hanging from a branch over top of the creek and i decided it was the only chance I had to be freed from the hell I'm living.

        I jumped and clutched onto the rope, hoping to at least make it across the flowing water meters below me. I swung through the cool September air, and started hearing the branch crack, and so I let go when I could no longer see water beneath me, the branch breaking off into the creek as I tumbled through the twigs and leaves.

        Quickly, I stood up and when I was balanced I looked up at him. "Go kid," he said, bent over trying to catch his breath.

        "What?" I unintentionally spoke, surprised at his reaction.

        "Go, run. Get the hell away," he spat, turning around walking back to where I was running from.

        Before he could change his mind, I turned away from him and kept running. I started hearing loud music that made the ground vibrate and I saw lights that seemed to belong to a backyard. I slowed my pace and arrived in the backyard to see teenagers that looked around my age dancing to the music, playing alcoholic games, and smoking. I was familiar with this king of environment since it was all I really lived with for the past few years .

        Many of them stopped to stare at the girl approaching from no where, and I could hear things start to get quiet. I made my way to the back door, making my way inside acting as if I was normal. The smell of alcohol, weed, and nicotine engulfed me giving me bad memories of what I had just came from.

        The same thing that had happened outside happened in here. People stopped and stared, all talking came to a halt and soon the loud, thudding music abruptly ended. I started to panic but tried ot show any emotion on my face. I looked down at my hands and bit my lip trying to think of what to say. Just when I was about to start crying, someone had started parting the crowd in front of me with a few 'excuse me's and 'move's, within seconds the mystery person was standing in front of me. I looked up at him slowing and when I saw his face I immediately had a huge wave a relief wash over me.

        "Charlie?" he spoke in disbelief.

        "Smith," I breathed out, stepping forward and embracing him.

        He gripped me tightly, whispering,"I thought I'd never see you again."

        And finally, for the first time in 3 years I was no longer scared of what was going to happen next, all I cared about was the present, what was happening right here, in this moment. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe.

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A/N: This used to be a 1D fanfic when I first wrote it, but I obviously changed that so there's like a cast thing that idk how to get rid of so just ignore that lol.