A/N: This is to get some background information on the story before it actually begins. Hope you enjoy it! And, I will be updating my other stories. I have been going through difficult times, so I haven't kept up with them. I promise, it will be updated regularly!!!
Her heart was pounding in her ears. As she tried to run, pain shot down through her right hip. Tears started running down her face. Sweat made the hair become plastered around her face with the amount of effort it took her to continue moving. She had to get away from that horrid place. When she heard footsteps behind her, panic started to set in again. Even though debilitating pain kept its presence known, she started running. Panic propelled her away from the footsteps.
When she didn't hear the footsteps anymore, she slowed her pace to a crawl. Instinct told her to walk close to the lamppost just in case someone was driving this late at night. The voice inside her head told her that she needed to get out of that neighborhood- to keep moving- so he couldn't find her. Memories of him kept coming to the surface, but she used all of her might to keep them down. There was only one person she could trust right away to tell them her eventful night.
Pressing her temples along with a sight, circular motion, she tried to relieve her headache while concentrating on how to get to his house. When she looked at the street sign above her head, she realized that she had run about a mile from her now official ex-boyfriend. Believing she had lost him, she sat down on the park-style bench that was standing on the sidewalk. She could hear her heart pounding. Her eyelids became heavy, but she had to get to a safe place.
To overcome her sudden drowsiness, she shook her head. Footsteps were heard again, and her heart started to race. When she heard laughter that sounded like a female, she relaxed immensely. Her legs made her continue walking. As she turned a familiar corner a little while later, she saw a light on in her destination. In the room emitting the only glow, she saw a shadow move against the wall. Breathing a sigh of relief, she threw a rock at the shingle making sure she didn't break the window pane. This was her and the occupant's way of ringing the doorbell and not waking up their guardians.
When the front door to the house opened, the smile disappeared from the occupant's face when he noticed the girl's condition. Before he could say anything, she ran to him and collapsed into his embrace. This was the moment that made her release all of emotions at once. The only way she could do this was to sob uncontrollably.
"Shh, shh," he said, comforting. "It's going to be okay." He looked beyond the top of her head at nothing in particular. Instinctively, he started stroking her head. "You're safe now, Prue."