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I screamed, and screamed, and screamed, but no one came to help me. I just stayed there, paralyzed in fear, until a hand clamped over my mouth and cut off my air supply. Not that I was using it before, with what all of the screaming emanating from my vocal cords.

I momentarily forgot how to breathe when my screaming stopped, and the house was silent. I was suffocating, my face turning red. Then I suddenly remembered. I took deep breaths from my nose, calming my heart and getting my breathing pattern back to normal.

Now to figure out who in the freaking world my captor- is it that if they scared you and covered your mouth? - was. I tried to turn, but he stopped me.

"Will you stop screaming?" he asked me, whispering, in a soft, calming voice. He was quite persuasive. I definitely recognized his voice, but I simply could not place my finger on where I knew it from.

I nodded, and I spoke quickly.

"What's your name, Mr.? And just who do you think you are, scaring the living daylights out of me? I will not be burdened with fear like that!" I said, fury ringing through my voice and- hopefully- piercing through his mind, making him feel guilty.

He had a sad expression on his face, like he was genuinely sorry that he ate the last cookie. Then it dawned on me.

"Kadan?" I said incredulously. "Is it really you?" wow, my best friend came to find me. Wait, he was my best friend for a long time, so he would know how to find me as I was unfindable. Jeesh, I can't believe he was that smart.

"Yes, stupid, of course it's me! Who else would come find you when you went missing? You may have told your family and the teachers, but you sure as crap didn't tell me! How could you just disappear off the face of the planet like that and not tell me?

I am disappointed in you, Jessaryn Devenlyn Klonika. I cannot believe how stupid you are." I flinched as he said my full name. Too many people made fun of my name that when I heard it, I went rigid and got annoyed. He saw his mistake.

"I'm so sorry, dev, I didn't mean to make you mad. Are you okay? I was just so worried about you, and you went away. It seemed like you ran away again. I just didn't want to lose you again. I can't go through that.

Flashback:

1 year ago

I was running home from school, sprinting up my driveway and into the house. That had really scared me, and I hoped that I could get there before them. They would definitely beat me up. The meanest stupid kids in the school chose me to pick on. I was almost to my room when I heard the crash.

I started running again. I had locked the door, so they broke it down. I can't believe I did that. I just had to instigate a fight, didn't I? I couldn't just leave it alone when they got the wrong answer; I had to be a nerd. My OCD had kicked in and I had to correct them.

And now they were coming after me, without anything to stop the jocks except for a flight of stairs, which they could easily climb without breaking a sweat. Maybe breathing hard, because just because they exercised a lot doesn't mean they ate healthily, but they would not even be sweating. When they were at the top of the stairway, I was standing there waiting. They stopped in front of me and grinned.

"Hello, devenlyn. I thought you should know that I missed you when you were gone. You left me in the theatre, and ran away. Why, you didn't come back for a long time, you little bitch. Now you will pay."

I was scared. No, I wasn't scared, I was furious, seething in cold fury, clenching my hands into rock hard fists. I was not going down without a fight. He knew that. He most definitely knew that I could fight both his guys and still have enough fight in me to at least land a few punches. I was the best at fighting, and I had lots of practice. Guys intentionally picked fights with me so that they could practice. I was the best of the best in my town, better than the adults, the boxers, the professional fighters. I was a ninja warrior.

"I think you and I both know that I will not pay. I will stand strong and long. After all, you are my little girl."I teased. I was smirking, which I knew would strike his last nerve.

"You bitch. Get her!" one of his men came at me but I dodged him easily. I was strong, quick, and agile.

"Get her?"I said incredulously."Don't you think that's a bit overdone? Come on, you couldn't be a little bit more creative? I mean, I know you aren't the sharpest tool in the shed, but I honestly thought you could do at least a little better than that." He made a motion with his hand that seemed to me to be suspiciously similar to the bird, and his other minion rushed forward, fist ready. He swung…

And missed. I then punched his face in.

Now he was getting really mad. He was swinging wildly and taking blind shots, fury coming of in waves of heat from his body. I landed punch after punch, his shots getting worse with aim as he went on. When he was almost completely drained of energy, he finally landed a punch. He hadn't gotten me at all before this one, but it was a doosy. It knocked me out, and I fell to the floor with a quiet thud. That's what I get for being light weight and skinny, the neighbors don't know something is wrong.

On my way down I must have hit something because when I woke up I was laying in a pool of blood, feeling light headed. My hair was drenched in more red than it was before, and the whole hallway was soaked with a thick coat of it. I went to stand up and just about passed out. I decided that that wasn't a great idea, so I dragged myself down the stairs using my upper body strength, searching for the bathroom for my savior: gauze, gauze tape, and hopefully some peroxide. I was so thankful when I reached the door. I dragged myself a few more meters through the open door and pulled myself up using the sink as a support. In the cupboard was what I was looking for, and I found the wound- a gaping hole in the side of my head, with different chunks of skin hanging off of my nose, ears and eyes- and wrapped it up. Then I checked for other damage in the mirror.

My shirt was torn at one sleeve, probably from the knife I knew he always wore, for "safety" purposes, my left eye was already blackening, and my lips were cracked and bleeding. I had a cut above my right eye and skin was coming off along my nose, my black eye, and my ears. I was a mess.

I had lost a lot of blood. I stood from my seat on the floor, and collapsed at the effort. When I awoke I was still in that same place. My parents didn't come home for another hour, and I had to get out of there. When I was there, they knew how to find me. He would come back for me, I knew he would.

I ran upstairs, grabbed a backpack, and started loading it with a few changes of clothes, the essential hygienic stuff, some notebooks, real books, and all of the essential things. Then I ran back downstairs and into the bathroom, filling it with medical supplies and hand sanitizer, as well as sunscreen. Then I went to the living room and grabbed a blanket from the couch. The kitchen was my next victim, everything dragged from the shelves as I searched desperately for canned goods, sealed bags, anything that would hold for a very long time in all conditions. I grabbed all the water I could find and ran back to my room and grabbed my keys. I grabbed all of my money as well as both of my parents' secret stashes and wrote a quick, scribbled note.

And I was off into the unknown, ready to face any challenge.

When I woke up, in real life, my head was on Kadan's lap and he was running his hand through my hair thoughtfully, looking at the ceiling.

"Oh, okay, I see how it is. Instead of looking down at me in total concern, you stare at the ceiling with a wandering mind. Thanks, I feel loved." I said in a sarcastic yet weak voice. I'm pretty sure that my voice cracked at least five times in that sentence, taking away the feeling. After I had said this, he looked down on me, smirking lightly in a smug manner.

"You. Passed. Out." he stated simply. He paused for a few seconds, then started cracking up. Then I realized that I was still in my towel. Well, that was uncomfortable.

"I'm going to go change, moron. Stop being immature and make yourself useful. Go get me my sketch book. I need to fix something." I proceeded to make my way to the bathroom, stopping by my dresser to get some clothes.

"I'm taking a shower, feel free to leave the room." I yelled back to him before stepping in lightly and closing the door. After that memory, I needed a shower, even if I just took one a little while ago.

When I was out of the shower and dressed, brushing my teeth and drying my hair, I was startled by the sound of shouting coming from my room. Then I heard a loud crash and couldn't help but wonder what was going on in there. I finished quickly, not all that concerned, and wandered out of the bathroom. What I saw was too weird, I couldn't even comprehend it.

Kadan had Thyle pinned to the wall, punching him repeatedly in the gut.

"Who. Are. You. And. What. Are. You. Doing. In. Her. Room?" he added a punch with every word. A nice touch, I think. I decided I should step in, even if it was a little entertaining to see the show.

"Kadan, stop, you're going to kill him." I said calmly, rationally.

"This douche was in your room." He said angrily.

"Oh, yeah, you two haven't met. Kadan, this is Thyle. Thyle, the ass who was just punching you is Kadan." Can you say awkward?

So put that in your pipe and smoke it! How do you feel about that? Okay, so I don't normally cuss, but I felt it was appropriate for this story. Thanks for reading and please review! :-D