Every Girl's Dream: KISS One Shots, Imagines, and X Reader

🧡 Love On the Run... 🧡

Era: 1980's/Eric Carr 
First (Minimal) and Third Person Point-of-View 

Warning: Slight Emotional Drama in the Beginning

Requested by: @Vixen91

I have to keep running...I have to get away...if I don't, he will find me and there's no telling what he will do to me then...I have to run...

I have to get away...

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Michelle carefully looked over her shoulder...seeing no sign of her boyfriend anywhere behind her offered no comfort to what she already knew. 

...he's out there...somehow, someway...he always manages to know where I am and follows me...this time, it's no different...

The two of them had been together for only a matter of months; but for Michelle, it felt like an eternity...

Meeting during a party at a friend's house, Dale had convinced her that he was different than all the other guys she had ever met or had even dated. 

He was charming, sweet, funny, and seemed to show her a level of care that she had not only known before but that she had also always wanted. 

Within a matter of no time, the two of them were dating and Dale had talked her into moving in with him; promising her that he would take care of her. 

Everything went great for the first couple of months but soon charming, sweet, and funny disappeared; turning into dominating, controlling, and manipulative.

Michelle had attempted to run many times but to no avail, he had always found her and forced her to come back home with him; each time only getting worse. 

No longer able to fight and having reached the end of her rope in playing his game, she had fled once again; promising herself that this time she would make it, regardless what it meant in the end. 

However, the fear of past remained. 

Surely Dale had already noticed she was gone and he would waste no time nor any measurement in finding her...

"Hopefully we're still ahead of him, Bandit..." She then said, looking down at and speaking to the little fox that she had adopted as a pet; whom was sitting at her feet. 

Recalling the degree of her boyfriend's temper and painful memories of past happenstances, she then shuddered; feared and knowing he would find her...and soon. 

The sound of footsteps coming toward her then immediately startled her out of her thoughts. Panicked, she then looked around for a place to hide; coming up short of options.

Heading down a back alley, she then quickly ducked in through the side doorway of a building; having no idea where she was or what she was even heading into...

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Slamming the door behind her, Michelle then leaned against it; panting and out of breath from her own anxiety along with exhaustion from running.

Looking around, she then studied her surroundings. 

A makeup table sat in the corner of the room she was in, a few stray rock 'n roll magazines lay haphazardly stacked on a coffee table, while a long black footlocker stamped with the initials "E.C." also sat near the makeup table. 

Feeling she was safe, at least for the moment, Michelle then headed over and took a seat on the over-sized black leather couch that also sat in the middle of the room.