The Librarian, Her Lover, And Everything In-between

The Librarian, Her Lover, And Everything In-between

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I stood with one foot pressed against one rung of the ladder that stood braced against the huge shelf, while the other foot went in search of another rung on which to balance my weight. Never again would I climb a ladder, I promised myself, but for now, I had to get down to the safety of the floor. I eventually found the next rung and placed my foot against it in an attempt to get down. There was no way I was looking down while I stood on the ladder, better to get down and not look. I placed my entire weight on the rung of the ladder and my hands lost their grip on the ladder just as the rung broke beneath my foot. "You should be more careful, you know. Get a better ladder, not the termite infested one." I opened my eyes and found I wasn't on the floor writhing in pain. Actually, I was being carried by really strong hands, hands that most definitely belonged to the person who had just spoken. I looked up at my saviour with the intent to thank him and froze, the words dying in my throat as I stared into eyes that had haunted my thoughts for so long. _______________________________________ Vent: 12S4H Kik. : Ambience_99 Wattpad: Jennifer_Forest.
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Entra a far parte della più grande comunità di narrativa al mondoFatti consigliare le migliori storie da leggere, salva le tue preferite nella tua Biblioteca, commenta e vota per essere ancora più parte della comunità.
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She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.

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