Here I Am


2. The Chase

I could hear my heart beating a mile a minute. I wasn't thinking I was trying to get away. He was following me, chasing me, coming after me. I had to get away but I don't know where to run. I looked over the side of my shoulder while running as fast as I could and I saw him...right there behind me pushing people out of his way to get to me because I owed him something but I didn't know what he wanted. All my life running and hiding and keeping the truth from the one person I loved, but I lost him to. All my life wondering what I did wrong to deserve the life that I got, having to hide from the world and never being able to live the life a regular teenage girl is supposed to have and the next thing I know I'm being chased by some man who wants me dead. This life I've had has been a living hell for the past 17 years of my life and this is how it all ends, by being chased and hunted down like a deer with a limp. I would give anything to have had a normal life for once, but what's great about having a normal life. Normal is boring, but look where not being normal has gotten me.


I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt a hand grab me with such force. I didn't have to look to know it was him who had finally caught up to me. I wasn't fast enough, I never was. Before I knew it I was being dragged into an old abandoned building which must have been an old boxing ring back in the day. All along the walls were pictures and posters of great boxes back in the day. I noticed the smell of must and decay of all the equipment decaying. How the colour of the ropes were fading away. I was noticing all the little things that I never c would have noticed on any other occasion, knowing that this was the end. The end of a life that could have had so much potential. A life full of dreams and wishes, but that is all going to come to an end. Finally stopping we were in the middle of the ring on the second floor. "You know what I want now give it to me."  

"I really don't know what you want." saying in between my shaky voice. He was pacing and weighing his options. This was when I noticed he had a gun in his hands and he was grabbing his hair and mumbling and I could tell he was crying like me.  

"Yes you do. You know and understand everything you did to me...and now your going to pay." At this statement he put the cold gun to my head with his finger on the trigger. "You have to the count of three or its the end of your pretty little life Ashton. One... Two...

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