Freedom Isn't Only Physical(One Direction Fanfic)

Mary(also known as Mars Bars) was one of the girls you would consider popular. She had a normal life, better than the average person would--but when her father is murdered during a day at work, her mother becomes an empty shell. After a night the both regret, Mary leaves her house in search of a new life--and just so happens to run into five boys that change her life.
(Fanfic about One Direction... and a specific boy. Taken at a realistic pace(I hope). I don't own the cover image!)

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19. Before You Heal, You Must Be Torn (2)

"Get back here!" they shouted.

Longshot!

I quickly exited the alley, spinning on my toes to change the direction of my pounding feet. Adrenaline rushed around in me, rampant from the furious beating of my heart. I honestly don't know where I was going, where I was, or if I could out-run them... I guess I'd figure out soon enough.

"Split up!" I heard one of them demand. The footsteps behind me dimmed just a tad.

Oh, God, oh, God! my thoughts frantically danced in my head. I had to get away, and quick.

Fast, silent, sneaky. Sadly, those were things I am most definitely not. Just a few more things I had to practice, right? Right. ... If I lived that long.

I continued to cut corners, forcing myself to simply barrel by. Guy or not in my way. My breath began to get ragged, my chests heaving as I sucked in air and blew it out. Air through my mouth, out threw my noise. That's how it goes, right? Comprehension wasn't agreeing with me right now. A stitch in my side was slowing me down, no matter how hard I struggled to keep going. Corner, corner, dead end, turn around, RUN!

I ran forever, never stopping except to spin and sprint the other way. And sprint. And sprint. My breath seemed nonexistent now, as breathing was too complicated to do without my lungs exploding. My heart was racing, too, sending an unsteady rush to my head. I felt like falling over.

I felt sick.

 

 

The ground rushed up underneath me as my legs gave way, sending me tumbling to the ground. A heavy weight bombarded my back, pinning me down to the ground. Sweat drooled down my forehead and I gasped for air.

"G-get off... off of... of me!" I squealed, pounding my fists on the ground weakly. I knew it was them, those men. I was going to die for making them chase me. I was going to pay.

"Calm down!" they growled, flipping me over.

However, I didn't look up into the eyes of the men. Or man. I looked up into the eyes of...

Liam?

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