Chapter One: The struggle
Max
I was running, fast, at an unearthly speed, and screaming for help. Suddenly I was in a room. It was dark but I could sense someone there. However, before I could ask who a hand shot out and grabbed me by the back of my shirt.
"Stop please! Who are you?" I yelled.
"You need to relax. I'm here to help you." his voice was soothing but a bit rough on the edges. He's a guy. I guessed. Probably in his teens.
"I said. Who are you?" I was shaking violently.
"I'm…" he was cut off by two new voices that seemed to be right outside the door.
"We've gotta find them before they find each other." said the first voice.
"Yeah well how are we supposed to do that. The boy is working with the CIA and if they haven't found the girl yet were nowhere near." I heard somebody put keys in the lock.
"We gotta hide…Now." Said the guy and he pulled me along. I couldn't see anything and didn't know how he could. He opened a door and pulled me inside. I could feel a coat…
It's a closet. I thought .This is an apartment.
"Come on" said the guy and pulled me towards the back of the closet. He leaned against the wall and pulled me towards him. This was the first time he made any physical contact with me and I felt a spark run along my whole arm. I was in front and didn't like it one bit. If the people at the door were to find us I would be the first one seen. As if sensing my fears he shifted so that I was leaning against the wall and he was in front of me. The closet was small and stuffy so I couldn't turn my face away. I could smell his breath like mint and chocolates. He was so close .Why did I trust him? I didn't know who he was or what he looked like. I was just about to ask when the closet door opened. The guy leaned in and pressed himself against me. My breath hitched and my breathing speed up. "Shh…"he whispered into my ear when suddenly there was a blast of music.
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