I was running so fast my lungs couldn’t cope. Everything was becoming a blur. They were right behind. I pushed through the pain and rounded a corner in the dim light. I wove past the palettes and containers looking for any possible exit. Skidding to a halt and ducking behind a rusty old shipping container I scanned my surroundings.
From the looks of it I was in an abandoned warehouse but the windows were all blacked out so I didn’t know exactly where I was. There. My eyes spotted two bay doors about 20 metres ahead. The shimmering moonlight peeked out from underneath. I was afraid of what lied out there but it couldn’t be worse from the people chasing me.
I toyed with the options of staying and getting caught or making a break for it and getting caught. I reassured myself trying to reduce my heart rate that was increasing with every shallow breath. Hearing angry shouts in the distance I knew it was now or never. I bolted.
The doors were so close I could feel the coldness seeping through. I barged through the doors with my shoulder. I shield my eyes from a piercing white light and realized it was a spotlight. I blinked rapidly to try and clear the colourful dots dancing in my eyes. The bay doors behind me flew open with a bang. The five furious men were coming right at me. I stumbled backwards and hit a low wall.
The wind whipped my hair across my face and I realized we were on a second story. I froze being afraid of heights. “Just give us what we want and we won’t hurt you” the tallest man sneered while fingering a long thin metal stick. A crowbar. I knew he was lying.
Death by angry men or death by jumping of a building. Gosh I was making some very hard decisions tonight. “Look I don’t know what you’re talking about” I said sounding more confident than I felt. “Hmm,” the man said while stroking his non-existent beard “I guess you just chose the hard way.”
I took another step backwards and regretted it as I teetered on the edge of the building my arms flailing around uselessly. Vertigo hit me as I fell backwards. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out the only thing I heard was the whooshing of the wind in my ears as I fell down. I was sure my death would come any second now when a pair of incredibly strong arms caught me.
The wind was knocked out of me and I gasped the air like a fish out of water when a pair of soft and tender lips crushed against mine. My eyes shot open and I drifted away into a golden sea.
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Foretold
Teen FictionRiley has always known she is different, but why?. When a strange and sexy mysterious guy blows into town she has this feeling he knows about her. Can he tell her who she really is? Or the most important question, what she really is?