Empire /h.s/

Running.

I've become pretty accustomed to it by now.

Whether it be back at the gym, being late to work, or my past.

It was always the past.

But he was always faster.

He never slowed down, and he never gave up.

"Kathrine- you can't keep running away from this!" He shouted running closer and closer.

"Just leave me alone! I can't do this anymore!" I cried back.

If my father could see me now he'd be reminded of my true potential back in my track and field days of high school.

But high school was far long gone. And this was the real world.

Harry caught up to me. He always did.

Slammed back against a random car in the dark neighborhood of New York, I tried to get away by punching his chest over and over; still crying.

"I-I can't. I can't, Harry," I slumped into his chest, heaving, trying not to vomit.

"Hey, hey, I know. This will all be over soon. Like I promised. And I always keep my promises."

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MATURE CONTENT. 18+

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