A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter forty nine

*her prospective*

I kept my eyes locked with his heartless ones. My breathing hitched and I felt someone touch my shoulder. Warmth and tingles spread throughout my body. I looked up to see grey sparkling orbs. Timothy's eyes.

I looked back into the forest that was behind me. Those same bitter eyes where no where in sight. The heartless body was no where to be found.

I looked back into the memorizing eyes.

"Timothy we have to get out of here." My voice was panicky. My body slightly shook for I knew what would happen if we didn't. He wouldn't hesitate to kill Timothy. And Timothy in the situation was innocent. For he did nothing wrong.

"Why?" He was startled and confused, yet his face was still stern. I could only tell it was confusion that Strikes him because it flashed through his eyes momentarily.

"Just run." Was all I said. I quickly stood up and grabbed his hand. It fit perfectly into my shaking small hand. With our hands bound together we ran. Our feet slapping the pavement.

From behind me I heard the rustling of trees. Yet we where already running. I knew He was fast, but we got a head start. The hospital wasn't far away so we could get there easily.

The moon light shined down on us casting small shadows on the cracked pavement. Our feet hitting the ground echoed through the silent night. My breathing was now hard and I had hope rising in me. For we were only a few steps away. I heard what sounded like a dive and then there was a huge tug on my ankle. I fell breaking the hand connection I had with Timothy. His head snapped back to see me being pulled into my worst nightmares captivity once again. I struggled against the strong arms that kept me as a prisoner. Behind me I heard horrible names being said to me. The breath brushed past my ear sending unwanted chills down my spine and for goosebumps to rise off my skin.

I could almost here the smirk and frustration in Lynn's voice as he struggled to keep me still. It was ironic how frustration and amusement mixed.

Timothy screamed my name as I was pulled into my non breakable prison once again. Tears streamed my face and I kept kicking him. I finally had me foot make contact with his shin and bit down on his hand that was over my motith until I tasted blood. He quickly let my mouth go, that was one hand. I elbowed him in the stomach and stomped on his foot. He let go of me and I went to run into Timothy's arms, but he grabbed my boy cut hair and yanked back as hard as he could. My head hit the pavement and I cried out in pain. I wobbled back to my feet and tried to run again but he grabbed the same spot in my hair and swung me around causing me to bump into his chest. He pulled me back and gave me a hard smack to the face. I stumbled backwards and tripped over my feet landing on my butt and whipping my head back smacking it again on the pavement. I scrambled on my hands and knees towards Timothy and he picked me up. We ran inside and once inside I fell on my hands and knees. The pain I felt at the moment was unbareable. I had a severe head ache and the bright room was making me dizzy. My stomach clenched and turned and I quickly stood up making me even more dizzy and wobbled to the unisex bathroom. Once in I let out all the food I have are over the last twenty four hours which wasn't much. Soon I was dry heaving and I then laid down on the cold floor. My nerves surfaced and everything that touched me gave me chills on my sweating body. The room was getting dizzy and my head fell to one side. My black hair stuck to the side of my face and my lips and tongue felt dry. I kept trying to lick my lips but it did no such help. My breathing felt more faint and soon everything went black.