PREVIEW
Runaways
Here I found myself again as I paced back and forth, the soles of my shoes screeching against the wet pavement, the lamp above us flickering as it shone, poorly lighting the spot where he and I stood. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins as the night grew even quieter than before, making every hair on my body rise as the expectation ate me up alive.
He frowned as I tried to steady my erratic breathing, his finger pressing against his peachy and parched lips as our eyes stared at each other.
"Shit" He squawked as the whirring sound of police sirens deafened our ears. He hooked my wrist in his dirty, blood filled hand and started running down the street tugging me along with him violently. The silence was almost unbearable as we tried to escape, sweat forming on my forehead as we rounded the corners and tried to get away from that place as fast as we could.
We turned to the left and found ourselves trapped on a dead end, his face wrinkling in desperation. The siren was growing louder as it came near and my body was numb. We were cornered and there was nothing we could do.
A few months ago I was living a normal life, had recently graduated from college and working in the job of my dreams until that dark day at the party.
I shouldn't have gone upstairs, I shouldn't have.
But I had, and there was nothing I could do about it.
"We're going to be fine" He promised.
"No one's going to know" He assured me.
"This will be in the past, and it will remain there" He guaranteed.
Little did I know that it was all a lie and I, or should I say we'd be trapped in this forever.
We were runaways, and going back was never an option.
