Blinded
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This wasn't good...Not at all, she ran down the hall still with the feeling of ice cold blood dripping down her face mixing with the sweat for how nervous and scared she was. Her feet were bare as the floors were wooden, picking up every splinter or so from the uneven wood. She sensed his presence getting closer and closer, as she heard the door opening his breathing was in ear shot. She ran in to the nearest closet slamming the door and locking it, As the mans shadow walked past the closet she felt his eyes starring her down, The closet doors rattled and she whimpered silently trying not to blow her cover. Tears running down her face with the bloody mixture, the closet doors suddenly stopped moving, the room grew silent as only her breathing could be heard... Foot steps could be heard as if he were backing up, she heard the air being sliced with his fist. Punching his hand through the door roughly creating a hole...She yelped grabbing a peice of sharp glass holding it close to her as a defense weapon. The closet door was soon broken and both doors opened. Her eyes flashed white...was it over?...
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Bang! I sat bolt upright. Did I imagine that? That noise? What was it? I clambered out of bed and almost fell down the stairs with the panic that had set in. My front door was wide open but nobody was there, the wood was just swinging in the doorway allowing the cool breeze in my house. What if somebody was already inside? I hopped over the living room sofa, to climb the stairs yet again and as I made it to the landing I was thrown into the wall. My body pinned against it with a muscled form shadowing mine. A hand placed over my mouth silenced my screams that I was too scared to let out anyway. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just don't scream." It was Colton. His husky voice was a distinct reminder that he was my mate. The tingles that spread through my body made me hate but love the entire situation. I want him closer. "You don't run away from me, understand?" I nodded, he was really close to me and my wolf purred for him to be closer. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind as he slowly removed his hand. "What do you want?" I demanded, making the futile attempt to shove him away though he didn't move an inch. "I want what is mine." He replied with a low growl that sent chills up my spine. My back was still pressed firmly against the wall and I think I was in shock to move. Though I felt safe which made me feel sick, how could I be safe in the presence of him? "No." I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. "No?" He repeated my words back to me and I boiled the kettle for a cup of tea. My mum said tea fixes everything, then again it never fixed her relationship. "You heard me." "I heard you clear. I'm just making sure you're happy with that answer before I make you regret it." Colton advanced forward, pure dread taking over my body at the size of him compared to me. He leaned forward so his lips were against my ear and with a soft tone he whispered. "Are you happy with that answer?"

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