Novel & Cerita Don't Kill Me Just Help Me Run Away

he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. Desperate to break free, I used my elbow to hit him hard, feeling a rush of adrenaline as he stumbled back slightly. It was my chance to escape, and I took it, darting toward the door. But just as I thought I was free, he caught my hand once more, his grip firm and unyielding. "Why do you keep trying to run away from me? Do you not love me anymore?"

Not if I can help it. He starts to run towards the main fight, as I push my feet off the ground giving chase.

Of course I sounded mad to suggest such when my last attempt was an unmistakable failure, which was why I was even in this place having this conversation. "Then I'll help you escape. I'll teach you some escape techniques I learnt from my pack" I said again. I had escape techniques but using them was useless to me since it would accelerate my death. "What do you say?" I asked. A thought crossed my mind, 'I don't want to get married. I won't get married!' "Are you supposed to teach a stranger your pack's techniques?" He asked. "Don't you know about Stranger Danger?" He was beginning to sound amused again.

“Shut up! I said shut up Amira! You are boiling my blood! Shut up! I don’t want to hear you say help again one more time! Nobody will hear you! You will just hurt yourself-” “Help! LET ME GO OF HERE! GET ME OFF HERE! UNTIRE ME PLEASE!” My mouth hurts so much. I feel like my voice is leaving me. My voice and shouts became weaker. But I can’t stop! I don’t want to stop even though I know nobody would help me! This is the least thing I can do because maybe one of them will soften their heart for me. I hope so! I don’t want to die please!

I shifted back to my human form. I cannot die. I need to be here for Ashleigh. It is a good thing I do not have a mate. They would've killed her too. "Take Sam to the cells. Bring Ashleigh to my office." "Yes Alpha." Of course Derick would be so far up Mattthew's butt that I would need a hose pipe and some toilet spray to get all the shit off of him. Even that wouldn't even help. I was shoved into a cell and started to feel the effects of the wolfbane.

His overall face was clearly a threat that he’d again do something which I would suffer with. “Don’t you touch me, you pedophile!” I sobbingly shouted, He tried to come near me “Getaway…” I with all my force pushed him and my legs ran towards the exit but as always, he caught me right before I could even run away further, I forgot that predator always catches his prey, “Oh please! Leave me! Help me, HELP ANYBODY... SOMEBODY... HELP PLEASE!” I screamed for help but nobody showed up, my only hope was God that time, but I guess he decided a miserable death for me,

Everyone stood in their places, frozen. Did I do something wrong? I felt my heart beating really fast against my chest. I can feel tears threatening to spill out, burning the back of my eyes. Don’t cry, I said in my head. I nodded, my voice stuck in my throat. I said thank you in a mere whisper and turned around towards the door. He did help me get away from Damien. As soon as I was out of the door I broke in a run towards the lift. I pressed the call button. I chanted in my head ‘Don’t cry. It’s going to be alright.’ again and again to keep myself from crying.

Like hearing a war cry when you are the last soldier standing and thought the battle was over. “Fuck.” I have no choice but to run. Before they get here to find their dead, whatever it is…. brother, sister…. friend. It's gender-neutral, as far as I can tell. I tug my cape around me, haul ass, and start heading toward the mountain as fast as I can, dagger in hand, and abandon Kaelin's designated stay here post. I don’t think he’ll be all that mad at me running away. Moving is better than being dead.

Door. Door— EXIT. I shoved it open and burst outside. Fresh air hit my face like a slap, but I’ve watched enough movies to know not to stop here. I ran. I was out in the open, maybe there was someone here. Maybe someone would hear me. So I screamed. “Help!” My voice tore out of my throat, sounding louder than I have ever heard in my life. “Help me!!” No one answered. Just the sound of footsteps gaining behind me.

“Don’t run away.” “I’m not. I just….” I don’t even know what I need at this point. To kill, to drown myself in wine, a good fucking. I don’t know. I just need to clear my head.