Don't Let Me Go

Fear. That is all that was traveling through my body. My eyes spilled tears; my whole entire body trembled from the cold wind. Someone was out to get me, and I knew it. Someone out there wants to kill me, and I cannot do anything to stop them, except for to keep running.

What would you do if your whole life was on the move, afraid that someone out there is going to eventually kill you? That your whole life just flipped upside down in the matter of one normal night? What if someone could save you though?

"The gun was fired, and all I could see was the bullet sinking right into my lovers heart"

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2. Chapter 2

 

I finally decided to open my eyes. It was no longer dark outside, the sun shined through the window. I had no clue where I was. I balled the blanket on top of me into my fist, tears spilling from my crystal blue eyes. I am not going to lie, I was scared. I don’t even know what is going to happen to me from this day forth. I took in my surroundings carefully. The walls were a crème colour, and there were photographs pinned up all over the place. I found a small little journal on the night stand, so I slowly reached over and grabbed it.

I examined the cover, it said,
HS job list

My curious being decided to open the journal. There was a photograph of a person on each page, and a paragraph next to the photo. It said where they are located and their contact information. It was quite strange. I kept flipping through until one particular page came up. It had my photo on it.

Marley Peron
Location: 21 Cambridge Street, London GB
Cell: 021-993-0081”

 

I threw the book across the room, scared for my life. This man was out to get me, and I am in his house. I quickly scrambled out of the bed, my ankle still throbbing from last night. I tried to open the window but you needed a key to open it. I carefully cracked the bedroom door open and slid out. The house was so big; I didn’t know where to go. I finally found a staircase and ran down each step. I heard loud breathing and mumbling coming from downstairs, which caused me to gasp. The guy didn’t hear me though.

“Yes, I have her; no I have not done it yet!” He yelled into the phone, a clear angry expression present on his chiseled face.

Done what? Was he going to kill me like they killed my family? I suddenly accidentally hit my hand on the wall, which caused the guy to snap his head in my direction. I ran towards the door, and out onto his lawn. I could hear him shouting after me, but I kept running. His fast paced footsteps trailed right behind me, as he pinned me down on the grass.

“Please let me go!” I cried, tears flowing down my beat red cheeks.

He ignored me completely, as he flung my entire body over his shoulders. I started to punch him in the back, but he still ignored me. That’s when I started to scream. I screamed as loud as I could, which made the man pin me back on the ground. He snarled at me in disgust, one of his hands behind his back.

“Don’t make me use this.” He growled, showing me the metal pistol he had in his right hand.

My mouth stayed shut immediately, as he carried me back inside his house, throwing me onto his living room couch. I kept my hands folded in my lap, my eyes red from all of the crying.

“What do you want from me?” I whispered, not daring to look at him.

“Don’t ask any questions.” He snapped, as he sat in the chair across from me.

I examined his features, the curly brown hair, and the emerald green eyes. He seemed like a normal average guy, but I guess looks can be deceiving. His face was chiseled to perfection, and his cheek bones were very prominent. He had a beige beanie covering most of his curly hair, and a navy blue t-shirt on with dark black skinny jeans.

“So Marley…”

“How do you know my name?” I cut him off quickly, wanting to know what this was all about.

“I thought I told you not to ask questions.” He quickly answered, showing a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

“Well of course I am going to ask questions! My whole family was killed, and I was kidnapped by some psychotic idiot!” I yelled in his face, my heart racing at an not normal pace.

 

“You’ll thank me later.”

Was all he said before exiting the room, leaving me with millions of unanswered questions.

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