"Do you need help?"a very deep familiar voice said...I looked up to see brown eyes;black hair;tanned skin;killer jawline;deadly smile and a skin ass tattoo.
I immedatly froze and didn't know what to do...I looked up to meet the guy's eyes.
Zoëy?!
Steven?!
"This can't be you Steven"
"I need some air"I said waving myself through the crowd with Steven following behind me.
I got outside and started doing my breathing exercises,I felt warm huge hands hold onto my shoulders which caused me to flinch.
"Zoëy it's just me"
"Steven it can't be your dead...I saw your body,that man killed you"
"He didn't kill me Zoëy"
"He shot me in the leg and I lost a lot of blood that knocked me out and after an hour I woke up and saw that you and the man weren't there anymore,so I dragged myself to go find help.I got really worried about you"he explained.
That explains why they didn't find his body.
"But where were you for 8 months?"
"I went home after seeing in the news that you and your family were dead"
"You thought I was dead?"
"Yep"
"Atleast someone that I care about is still alive"I said embracing him into a very big warm
"I missed you a lot Zoëy,am so glad your alive am really sorry that your family died"
"It's okay I try to forget about the whole scene and I was sent to an ophanage"
"Why?,don't you have any other family relatives or something?"
"According to the police,I don't"
He slowly leaned in to kiss my forehead and I could smell his minty breath,I pulled away and looked into his deep brown eyes.
"Do you still want to go inside and enjoy the party?"he asked
"No"
"Okay what do you want to do?"
"How about we go to my room order pizza and watch a couple movies?"
"Okay that sounds like a great deal"
We made our way to my room to enjoy pizza and a couple movies.
2 hours later:
"It's getting late I think I should leave"he said standing up and making his way to the door.
"Oh I thought you were going to stay over"
"Uhm...okay I will be on the couch"
"Okay thanks"I said going into bed.
I snuggled up and drifted off to sleep.
Please don't stab me.
Am sorry I won't do it again...
It's not Steven's fault please don't shot him.
I screamed in fear.
"Babe are you okay?"
"Yeah am okay"I said breathing heavily
"Are you still having the nightmares?"
"Yes but I am seeing a therapist"
"Is it helping?"
"Yes she said am doing very good"
"That's really good to hear"
A/N
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RoadKill
Short StoryHer chances were slim,but she couldn't let that stop her. It was escape or death. And she wasn't ready to die.
