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Chapter 14

I stand there all of two seconds, once the words leave Alice's mouth. I look at her and then to Edward. She's gloating and he's gaping like a fish. That's all the answer I need and I take off running, already out of breath before I even begin.

How much more hurt and betrayal can a person take in a span of three days? This is too much. Married? He's freaking married and he held me all night, kissed my temple, put his arm around my waist.

I throw open the door and take off running, to where I'm not sure, but certainly away from his house. I look around and scan the long driveway and continue my sprint down the long and winding road. I'm not athletic by any means, but I'm sure glad that I took to working out on the treadmill a year ago. I have more endurance now to escape my demons.

As I'm running, I notice the beautiful scenery around me, the white fence, lining luscious green rolling hills with graceful horses grazing. It starts blurring and I know that I'm about to have a torrential downpour rolling down my face. The days of devastation and heartbreak are catching up with me.

Oddly, I'm not even as sad now over Ben and Angela. I'm more upset over a complete stranger that lied to me, gave me a false sense of protection and I foolishly fell for it. I was so desperate for affection that I fell into the arms of a stranger that took joy in preying on me while I'm weak.

Well, I'll get the last laugh.I make my way over the the pristine white fence. Then, I kick and kick and kick with all my might, until a section of the white fence gives way, opening it up to allow his prize horses to escape. That'll keep him occupied while I get away. He'll be too worried about gathering his and his wife's horses to chase after me. Well, if he's even interested in chasing after me. He's probably just standing in his kitchen with his sister, laughing his ass off at me and my pathetic sob story.

As soon as I'm done with my moment of destruction, which admittedly feels great and relieves some stress, I start running again. Maybe once I get to Jacksonville I should take up kick boxing or something. That felt amazing and I'm no longer in tears, I'm running with burning fury now. I'll not be made a joke of by any man ever again.

I'm now on the old road again, having to be a little more careful to avoid tripping over one of the large potholes. My breath is heavy along with my heart, but now I have my new friend anger spurring me on and I'm relishing in it. It's pumping through my veins and burning my lungs in the process with each pounding step against the old pavement.

I have no idea how far away I am from my vehicle, but something tells me I still have miles to go. I keep up a steady pace and I'm equal parts relived and saddened by the fact that he really isn't coming after me. He really did get his rocks off by toying with my emotions. This frustration just pushes my feet harder and faster down the road.

A few moments later, I swerve to the side of the road as I hear and see an old white truck coming towards me. I don't give them a second glance as they pass, just keep running. That is until I hear the squealing of tires. I look back and see that they've slammed it into reverse and are heading my way. My fears from last night resurface with each inch closer the truck gets to me.

There is no way I can outrun it and there is nowhere to hide now. I mean I could jump into the bushes, and run through the woods, but that thought is equally as terrifying. I decide to just stop and see what this person wants. Maybe they will be helpful or their just curious or something. I send up a silent prayer again that this won't be some crazy backwoods hillbilly out to hurt me.

The truck stops beside me and the window slowly creaks down. I'm met with a curly blonde mop with a thicker southern twang than my stranger from last night.

"Hey darlin' I didn't mean to make ya shit yer' britches, but I's just wonderin' what a purdy little thing like you was out here running in the middle of nowhere's for."

I want to respond, but for some crazy reason, my mind is still stuck on the fact that he just said nowhere's.

I shake my head and try to think of a decent response to get him moving on. "Um—well, I'm just running back to my truck that broke down about a mile down the road. I try my hardest to use a country twang, hoping he'll see me as more of a local and carry on with his day.

No such luck.

He puts his truck in park and opens his door to make his way over to me. I'm terrified again and thinking of escape tactics and the best route. I'm not sure I can out run him; he looks to be in pretty good shape. The woods are looking better and better by the second as his cowboy boots pound the pavement with each step closer he gets.

Then I hear it, another truck coming. I don't know whether to be relieved or even more frightened. My feet are at a standstill, wanting to run, but not physically capable of doing so. I'm literally scared stiff.

I keep up my prayers that this person won't hurt me or the oncoming vehicle will save me. Hopefully God will hear my prayers.

A/N: I'm so sorry that I didn't get an update out this weekend. I promise to have another update out tomorrow and it will probably be early too.

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