Don't Kill Me Just Help Me Run Away Novels & Stories

He stepped back whining about how hurt he was feeling and I took advantage of that to run away from him. But I know that it is not enough for him to stop from killing me. That is why even though my whole body was panicking, I still tried my best to find something that may help me to escape from him. I heard the microwave ringing. I stopped in front of it, opened its door, and took out the hot milk that I put inside it earlier. I don’t mind the heat of the glass anymore and I just splashed the milk in the man’s face when I saw that he was already behind me and was about to stab me.

A beacon of escape amidst the chaos that surrounded me. Drained yet determined, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I considered the possibility of running, of breaking free from this nightmarish dilemma. Maybe-just maybe-if I could reach that door in time and disappear into the shadows, they wouldn't find me. It was a slim chance, but in that moment, it was the only hope I had. With each passing second, the urgency grew stronger. Maybe if I…If I run, they wouldn’t find me…escape—there was a escape.

I wanted to hurt myself through jumping that height so the pain cancels out some of the ones disrupting my head. That did not work. I managed to have a rugged, perfect landing but I found myself running. Running from my present. Running from what could be my future and trying to escape the past I never wanted to let go of. My entire head was a mess. I could barely think, heck, I could barely breathe. All I wanted to do was wake up but I knew deep down this was no dream. ‘K. . . Killian?’ Hazel’s terrified voice replays in my head like a horror movie. I can feel my lungs burning at the heavy gasps of air I inhale coupled with my speed but I do not stop running forward.

Get help and return to save Alec. I hate it, but there's no other option. If there were, I would take it. Tears streaming down my cheeks, I turn and race back for the boat.

Lucian will kill me. I take a slow step back, my heart hammering. "Kira, we need to get out of here," I whisper urgently. "We need to run." I spin on my heel, tearing through the trees like a shadow, my feet barely touching the ground. Behind me, Dash roars. "After her!"

I just needed to leave, to run away. Fuck, Cyrus Sinclair! I'm fucking done!

She regretted staying late instantly when darkness crept in and the few streetlights that worked were dim, making it hard to see clearly. As she walked down the street, wondering in her own thoughts , a man called from the narrow alley at the end of the street. She could not see clearly but he called out for help. Edith ran towards the stranger without thinking it through, and with one swift grip she was in his grasp. Edith screamed out in shock, realizing that it was a trap. "Please I beg you, don't do this", she wailed, her concern now replaced with fear.

KEITHEN (RUM) Run. Run away. Run before he kills them—. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Inhale—exhale—inhale…. I ASK YOU A QUESTION, MUCK. The rage in the voice sucked the running out of my legs, and I came to a screeching stop right before the ground ended. If it weren’t for the weight of his darkness, I would’ve tipped over and fallen to my death. YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN.

“Run to daddy, grandma, or grandpa. Don’t stop. Run and get away before you are hurt.” His voice waivers. “But…” “No, buts. Run.” I push him away from me. He hesitates for a moment with tears brimming in his eyes. I shake my head. “Run.” A shriek from behind me rings out. “IT DOESN’T MATTER. YOU CAN RUN BUT I’LL FIND YOU! YOU WILL NEVER BE SAFE!!” I motion my head for Casper to run. He pauses for a moment before turning and running away.

"Just don't do anything stupid." I didn't answer. The second he was gone, Vanessa plopped onto the bed beside me and crossed her legs. "Alright," she said. "Start talking." I swallowed, digging my fingers into the sheets beneath me. "I need help," I whispered. Vanessa's brows arched. "With what?" I locked eyes with her. "Running away."