Mia POV
After throwing me on the bed, he quickly jumped on top of me. He frowned his face up, as he began to choke me. I squirmed and wiggled to try and break free, but he was just too strong.
"Die, why don't you just die you little brat?"
I reached my hands out, slapping and scratching him in his face. He released his grip of my neck, and yelled out of pain. The keys were sticking out his pocket so I grabbed them, and ran.
"You brat, I'm going to kill you!"
I ran down the stairs and down the hall. Finally I reached Tyler's door. Gasping for air, I looked down at the keys and struggled to find the right one.
"Tyler!" I yelled.
"Mia?"
"Tyler, I'm trying to find the right key, but I-- I can't find it." I said as I almost began to cry out of frustration.
"Mia, just calm down."
"I can't calm down!" I yelled.
"Geez..okay. Listen take your time."
"Take my time?? How am I--." I cut myself out due to the fact that arguing with him wasn't going to help the situation.
To be continued...
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Running Cold
TerrorShe wakes up in a room, unsure of where she is, all she knows is she has to escape.
