The Abused Girl

Don't run

Stormy POV
My limbs moving continuously moving back and forth viciously as they glided through the air. Sweat dripped off my whole body. In other words I running as fast as I can back to James's apartment. With the whole football team following close behind me. The front man gaining on me.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Was all I could think of, repeatedly. I could never outrun them. I'm going to die... I came to the ugly truth. Or they'll beat me till I can't see or walk straight... Nevermind I'd rather have death. I contemplated whether I should die in a hole. Or I could let them beat me like James does. Death... Was my conclusion. And the relitively the smart choice.

     Ok maybe, I don't want to die but I don't want to be beaten right now then get beaten again as soon as I get home. Trying to keep up my own pace I reach for my pocket to grab the unfortunately small phone that James basically through at my head and told me to keep because he can't have it because some one like me touched it.

Perfectly logical. I scroll through the contacts to see if I have Wilson's, Ashton's, or anyone? The only contact I have pops up. And my luck is turning around because it's Ashton's.

I frantically press the call button. Still running at full speed my arms are both in up and down movements. The phone still ringing I began growing restless. Pick up. Pick up! I bit my lip hoping that my luck wouldn't change just yet. "Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice mess-" a robot voice said right as I hung up and called again.

"Don't run Stormy!" Two of the guys behind me yelled. Like that's ever gonna happen! I chuckled, unknowing why I was actually laughing. I was going to die here alone. "Hello?" A voice asked from the other line "Ashton?" I huffed, out of breath.

"Who I this?" He asked kind of annoyed. "S-stormy?" I stuttered. His voice suddenly changed from annoying to surprise "Stormy? Uh... Why are you calling?" "Being chased." Was all I managed to get out. "What do you mean?" "I mean," I began again "I'm being chased."

"Not following." Ashton sounded very confused. I came to be very annoyed and yelled into the phone "Call some of your friends, walk out of your house and wait for me to get there!" "Ok!" He screamed back.