The Alpha & The Ripper

Chapter 9: Escape Part 2

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I have never been so determined to do something so much, as I am now. I need to get away.

Escape.

That's my main priority.

It felt like I have been running, or I should say limping, for hours. I know it has been at least one hour and so far, I have made it to the middle of no where. I am in the middle of the woods, and the fact that I think my ankle is broken is what is mainly slowing me down. Even though I have been running for an hour, I don't think I got that far from the pack.

I know they are looking for me... they have to be. Either Karla woke up and told Jayden, or Jayden got curious as to what was taken so long and went to Karla's room himself. Either way, they have to know I am gone, and they are probably looking everywhere for me.

That is why I haven't stopped running. Even though I am completely out of breath and I feel like my whole leg might fall off, I haven't stopped, nor will I stop. Stopping means giving up, and I NEVER give up.

I need to fight the pain. Just keep thinking about your family, Elsa. Think about your dad, Shawn and even Melissa. Just think about if you get away, you can see them again.

I still had a firm grip on the glass in my hand, just knowing that I am going to encounter a mutt. Weather it is from Jayden's pack or if it's just a plain rogue, I will kill it. Man, I hope it is a rogue. At least I won't have to worry about it dragging me back to that hell hole! It would just kill me right there and then. I'd rather die than go back there.

Images of Jayden start appearing in my head. I was remembering how good that tingling feeling was when he would touch me, or how my heart stopped when he looked me in the eyes with those memorizing blue orbs. Every time he would come into the room, he would just stand there with his large arms folded over his broad chest and he would just look down at me because I always sat on the floor. I can remember the feeling, even though I was asleep, I still felt the tingles and the sparks going throughout my body when he would carry me to the bed. He did it every time because I always refused to leave that corner and I would just fall asleep right there. I remember being totally disgusted, but yet thinking it was sweet at the same time.

OH MY GOD, SNAP OUT OF IT ELSA! THIS IS THE MATE PULL TALKING! YOU CAN FIGHT THIS! YOU ARE STRONG ENOUGH TO FIGHT THIS! THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE SAYING!

Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me? Okay, just breath, Elsa. Breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth.

I found myself slowing down even more till the point where I have my hands on my knees, leaning down, trying to catch my breath. I then forcibly move myself over to the nearest tree and lean my back against it, trying to take all the pressure of my left foot.

I listen to my surroundings, making sure I heard complete silence before I slid down to the ground and I place the glass on my lap. I then rolled up my jeans to examine my ankle and I wasn't surprise to see it swelling up like a balloon. It's actually really gross.

Damn it... I don't think I can run on it anymore. Not without doing extreme damage to it.

But I am NOT going back. I need to find some way... if I just keep walking farther down and they still haven't found me, I'll make my own splint and create crutches that Chris had taught me how to make when I was twelve. Three years before I became the Ripper. They are not hard to make... you just need wood and something to tie it with.

I decided to take a break for just a minute... feeling myself get totally relaxed just by sitting here. The cool breeze helped a little, but it did nothing to how dehydrated I am right now.