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

It was sharp, suffocating…like my chest was being crushed from the inside out. It should have been me. Not her. “Don’t talk,” I choked out, voice cracking. “Baby, don’t try to talk. Just look at me. Eyes on me. I’ve got you. I’m getting you help. Stay with me.” Tears burned down my face. I didn’t care who saw. I ran. Didn’t look back. Didn’t see Jace tackling someone. Didn’t see Ellie and Andre rushing behind us. Just ran toward the entrance, toward the SUVs still idling with doors open.

I need to detract him, and I can get away. Oh, God, I hope this works, I tell myself; I wish someone come here and help me, but I had to run away from the two men that I wanted, and now I am here outside by myself with the guy that hates me, and now I am not going ever to see my family and friends and my mates. I wanted to cry because he was going to kill me. So, I took a deep breath, turned around, and ran towards my shred, and I didn't look back. But I heard him chuckle, and I heard slow footsteps, running the fastest I could, and I was close to the door.

Kioni Turner I ran as fast as my feet could take me. I was tired and afraid, but I had to keep going. Everything happened so fast in my head. Where should I go and who will help me now? The only thing that was on my mind was to run. Come on, Ki, just a few more blocks. Don’t let them catch you. You are not a runner, but today you run. That is all I kept thinking in my head. Run as fast as you can. Don't stop. Don't look back. Get as far away as possible because if they catch you, it's all over.

My survival instincts snap back violently. I push through the pain, forcing myself upright, and bolt. I don’t think, I just run. If I can make it back inside, I can deny it. I can say I wasn’t the one he saw. Only if I get the chance. But I don’t even make it past three steps. An invisible force slams into my back, knocking me forward. I hit the ground harder this time, my palms scraping against the rough surface as a strangled cry escapes me.

that was the only thing that could escape my throat. "I said take it.” I glanced at the table and thought of a way to run without him ripping me to pieces. “Don't think about running human, you won't make it past the door and no one would listen to your screams.” "look, I'm really sorry, I'll just leave and forget I saw anything.” "It's too late for that, and I want to help you,” “Take it, I want to watch you use it or I use it on you myself.”

“I don't give a fuck…” Antonio's lips curled into a lopsided smile. “Be careful what you offer. When I take something, I don't give it back.” “Then take me..” Marco challenged, his words dripping with sweetness, eyes sparkling with arousal.

I kept running, weaving through alleys, my breath ragged, my vision blurring. “Help!” I screamed, spotting a group of men smoking outside a dive bar. Their heads turned, but their eyes were cold, flicking away like I was nothing. “Please, they’re gonna kill me!” I yelled, my voice cracking. One of them, a guy with a stained jacket, snorted. “Not my problem, sweetheart. Keep running.” I cursed under my breath, stumbling past. A woman pushing a cart glanced up, her face pinched. “Please,” I begged, slowing just enough to meet her eyes. “Call someone, anyone!”

Because I don't believe this is Lucas The questions makes me run even faster even as my body is threatening to shut down. The stream is now closed and if only I can run again I will meet the waters that I am hearing now over the rocks “Stop right now!” I catch a rough movement around me. Someone is trying to stop me, they are trying to cut off my escape. I see that they jump to catch me, so I drop and roll without thinking. From the painful grunt I hear from them, I can tell that they are injured and I have a more time to stand up and run

The haunting image of my mom desperately trying to save my life plays on repeat in my head while Richie keeps insisting that I run - just the way mom did. I don’t want to run, but the urgency in his voice resonates in my mind, forcing me to make a choice. Reluctantly, I turn away, tears streaming down my cheeks as I sprint out of the room, each step heavy with the weight of what I’m leaving behind.

"NO!...PLEASE!....SOMEBODY HELP ME!" I literally started to plead, to anyone for help, for...for Lucas to come back and hold me tight, and tell me it was all going to be fine, but...but my demons pierced harder, and told me I wasn't in love with Lucas, but I was only using him to try to escape my certain doom, and...and it made me slid to the floor, and....and hold unto my ears tighter, but they didn't let me go, they...they didn't leave me, they...they knew what they wanted...My blood, my life, and my ending, and they would never ever let me go until they get just that