You Can Run

There's one person who shares your tattoo with you. Mine, is a small bird on my lower left hip. The way our society worked was, this tattoo wasn't just any tattoo. You were born with this intricate marking. Your mission in life is to find your soul mate, in this case, someone with the same tattoo as you in the exact same area. The hard part is, there's many people on this world. "You can run, but you can't hide Princess."

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Savannah's POV



I sighed in defeat as I got Francesca's voicemail for the umpteenth time again. I shoved my phone back into my pocket and slumped against the wall. I stayed in this position until a idea came into my head for finding my best friend. I pushed myself off of the wall and wandered out into the center of the room. Various bodies were dancing, laughing, drinking, and smoking. I pushed past the musty bodies until I found what I supposed to be the dance floor.



Someone brushed pass me spilling their liquor on my shirt, making the liquid drip down to my exposed stomach. I threw my hands in the air as if to say 'Are you kidding?'.

"Really? Asshole!" I call after the guy who committed the 'accident.' I scoffed and continued my journey throughout the large house. I passed by the kitchen, pushing open the door only to have my nostrils filled with smoke. I looked around the room in search for Francesca, noticing people popping pills of which I assumed to be either Ecstasy or Molly.

I exited the room choking and gasping fo air. I began to panic as it became harder and harder to breathe. I searched frantically for my friend as I stumbled around, bumping in to people as I went.



"Fr-Francesca? Where are you?" I call out through the music pumping to the beat of my racing heart.



No answer.



I sighed and placed a weak hand to my pounding head trying to somewhat soothe it.



I kept searching until I found a back door to the patio. I mentally jumped in joy as I pushed the door open, stepping out into the cool night.



Air immediately filled my lungs and I could breath easier now. I closed my eyes, taking a huge breath of air and slowly releasing it. I was in the process of taking another one when I heard a voice whimpering.

My head swiveled in that direction and I slowly tip-toed to where the noise was, peeping my head around the corner.



My eyes widened in shock at what was before me.



Francesca was currently in the arms of two boys. Her hair was a mess and she was tear-stricken.



"Oh my God! France! Are you okay?" I panicked no really knowing what to do as breathing became yet another struggle. She squirmed under pressure as my mind was unsure of what I should do.

I heard a deep chuckle, I whined my head towards the sound to meet eyes with a brown headed boy. I almost wanted to rip that smirk off his face, the guy beside him held Francesca by the waist, with one hand over her mouth. He had curly-ish brown hair, he was a bit tall. The guy next to him, had brown hair in quiff. He had the most captivating brown eyes, he almost looked like an angel.

"Let her go!" I screamed, pulling her arm with all of my might.

"Look guys, we got two hot girls, let's take em' home and you know," the curly headed boy said, with a toothy grin.

"Fuck off and let us go!" Francesca yelled, still trying to get off his grasp.


"Feisty aren't we? I almost don't know who to choose," he paused, "I think I'll chose the feisty one, Justin you can have this one, and we'll switch." The curly headed boy says, "And you behave for justin, you will follow all of his rules. Alright?" He finishes

"If you want your head on your neck, I suggest you choose none!" Francesca snapped

They began to leave, leaving me with Justin, I still have time to run right?

"Run Savannah run!" Francesca shouts, as they all exited the backyard

"Francesca I-"

I felt someone grab me from the waist, carrying me out the backyard. I swarmed and kicked "Let go!"

I was seated inside a black tinted car, with black leather seats, tears still visible on my cheeks, what else can I do? Absolutely nothing. I knew coming to this party was wrong. The drivers seat then was seated by Justin.

"Let me go!" I yelled

"No can do." He says


"Just, please don't kill Francesca," I pleaded

"That's not my choice, she's there's and you're mine." He simply says

I shook my head, "I am no ones, I'm not a fucking dog, no one fucking owns me" I snapped

He licked his lips, before he started the car, he pointed towards my hip tattoo

"You're tattoo seems to prove you wrong," he chuckles before saying "It looks familiar," he paused

"Oh yeah because I have the exact same one." He finishes.

He's my soulmate? I knew my mate was someone careless, like he seemed to be. It's something I might have to live with for the rest of my life, unless he kills me.

"I'd rather go to hell, than be with you," I snapped

To my right I see a running figure, which looked like Ryan.

Justin rolled his windows down, before Ryan stopped.

"Thanks for finding my girl Ryan," Justin says, with a cocky smile. I looked at Ryan who had guilt written all over his face, but covered it up with a grin. I almost wanted to rip it off his face.

"It's no problem bro, congrats she's yours,"
 

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