Away From the Hunter
Ch. 1
-Running-
-ANNABELLE'S POV-
Just keep running. Just keep running.
That was the only thought going through my head. And it seemed as though it was stuck on replay. That, and the thought that it was really hard to run in a dress.
Besides those two thought, I also kept thinking that tonight might be my last night on Earth.
I, Annabelle Matthews, am going to die tonight.
Why does is matter if I die anyways? I thought bitterly. It was true though. No one will care. No one will even notice I'm gone. It's a really sad day when you realize you have no one. I'm on my own from now on.
All my relatives are dead. All except one, but I wish he was dead too. The only living relative of mine is abusive. My own brother is abusive. He's the reason I'm running. He's the reason I might die tonight.
But no matter how much it pained me, I kept going. For my best friend. For Logan.
"HEY! Get back here! You dirty little whore! Logan's not here to protect you now, is he?"
Hunter and his 'friends' were all screaming at me to stop. They were 50 feet or so behind me, but they were quickly gaining, since I'm not much of a runner, and since I was quickly growing exhausted.
Almost to the bridge. Once I reach the bridge, I'm safe.
Hunter's too scared to go to a different borough. This is they're home. They know it better than I do. It's their advantage.
But once I reach the other side of the bridge, it's my advantage. I know it better than they do, I'll be free.
"Get back here Annie. You little coward. Stop running and fight."
I could hear the sneer in his voice.
But he was right. I was a coward. Scratch that. I AM a coward.
What would Logan do in this situation?
I smirked to myself, knowing that he wouldn't be a coward like me. He would stop running, turn right around, march up to my abusive brother, and soak the living daylights out of him.
But Logan's not here, Annabelle, and it's all your fault. I was starting to feel sick, thinking of the night Logan died always made me feel queasy. It was only two days ago, but it seemed like an eternity.
I am a coward. I kept running. Away from my fears, and my past. Away from the place I no longer call home, Brooklyn. And away from the person trying to kill me. Away from Hunter.
A/N: First fanfic! Yay! Been trying to work up the courage to post this for a while, and well, here we are!
I got about 19 chapters written out, planning about 25(?) chapters. Maybe more, maybe less. I'll post one chapter a week, maybe two if I get a good response to this one.
Well, I hope you like this! Enjoy and review(: