Scarred

Found

Ebony's pov

Running. I'm running. Running far far away. I have to escape I have to. My blood is rushing in my ears and my heart is pounding. I have to get away. I can't go back. He's going to get me. Run Ebony Run!!! A street! I found a street with cars and people. I made it. Thank God I made it!! A car... I can stop running. I need help. I feel faint. Thumb up and hope for a ride. I need help.

Ian's (driver) pov

I'm driving with my radio blaring, a bad habit that my mom wishes I would stop. She worries about me too much. I'm seventeen, practically an adult.
"What the hell!"
I have to swerve to avoid a girl. She looks deathly ill and I feel the strong urge to help her, so I stop the car and run to her. When I get to her I see that she is bleeding and mumbling about having to get away. I try to ask her what her name is but she passes out. I pick her up and put her in my car before speeding off to the hospital.

Ebony's pov

I'm floating. I know this dream. The dream where I can fly, fly away from the pain, away from daddy. I love this dream. I'm free.

Ian's pov

I rush her into the ER where two men rush up to me. They grab her and put her on a gurney before rolling her away. One of the men come back to ask me questions.
"What is her name?" he questions.
"I have no clue. I've never seen her in my life. I was driving when she just appeared in the middle of the road. I stopped to help when she passed out. I drove here immediately," I respond.
The doctor tells me to stay here until the cops show up. Just great! Now I'm stuck here for however long this takes. This is what I get for trying to be nice.

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