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Ongoing, First published Jun 22, 2018
Mature
Run. Don't stop running till I find you. I always do. Those are the words engraved into my mind taunting me day in and day out for the past two months. He ensured I'd never stop running. It's some sort of twisted game to him now - just to how far can I make it till he finds me again? No doubt in mind that its just a matter of days till he finds me again and hauls me back to Oregon again.
Oregon. I use to consider that to be home. Now all I can see it as is my own personal prison. The place that once held the biggest portion of my heart now hangs above me in my sorrows - all because of Him.
He took everything from me.
Can one person be enough for her to stop running?
What if that person is her so called "mate" and will do anything to protect his love?
Bound between what she knows and what she wants can she ever stop running?
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