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Oh hell no. This time, my lip trembled and tears hugged my flushed cheek.
They...he...what? I couldn't freaking believe it. I...the nerve of them!
I slapped him. Yes, I slapped Matt full in the face. I know I probably shouldn't have done that, but, I still couldn't process it.
"You..." my face distorted in a mixture of anger and utter saddness. I quickly shushed myself but managed to get out, "You...killed...them...?"
He laughed.
"Yes, they were quite easy to kill, just hit them a few-"
I kicked him in the nasty place again and bolted like I was on fire. I was.
My parents were all I had left. I couldn't do this anymore. I was completely done.
"Get back here you little slut!" He screamed as I ran farther into the deep mass of people. Thank god for people.
He was close on my tail. Darn, I should workout more, I can barely run for three minutes straight.
Luckily for me, my adrenaline started to kick in.
I ran for what felt like hours, but was probably just ten minutes. I soon ended up in a residential area.
Why? Why am I so stupid?! I should have screamed for help and run into more people, not away!
"Stupid me!" I muttered to myself as I physically face-palmed myself.
I had to take a little break. He couldn't have caught up to me just yet...could he? Nah.
"There you are! You can run, but just know, I will catch you." Matt creepily yelled about thirty feet behind me.
Damn. I shuttered at the thought.
I nervously looked around in terror. Where the freak could I go?
My feet hit the pavement with such force that my shoes started to tear even more. Dang.
No fair, he probably has really expensive and fancy running shoes and a warm outfit. Dang him.
Matt's figure slowly vanished from my view but I knew he was still there.
With some stroke of intelligence, I scrammbled up some porch steps.
I prayed that the owners would be home. Please let them be home! Maybe eating dinner? Please!
I frantically pushed the doorbell. I probably broke it.
Some little voice in my head screamed, "try the door!" and with some stroke of luck, it was unlocked.
I bolted in and slammed the door shut.
I didn't care if there was someone home, I just needed to get away from him.
The house was dark, fairly large, really had that 'homey' look going on, and there was a large window facing the street.
I jumped for it and moved aside the curtains that were covering it.
"Oh...thank....god," I whispered as I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
Matt darted past the house I was in and stopped at the corner.
The house I found was only two houses away from the corner.
Matt turned every which way in confusion.
Ha! I thought to myself, he lost me.
He kicked the ground and screamed.
I smirked. After five more minutes, Matt finally sped down another street.
At least I was safe...for now. I think all that running really made me...made me...tired.
I tried to keep my eyes open to no use.
I would stay here and wake up in five minutes. Yes, in five minutes I would wake up....
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(different pov)
"Harry, did you get the-what the f***?!"
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Help Me, Please? *One Direction Fanfic*
FanfictionI am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?