I Just Want To Run Away Novels & Stories

Maybe someone else would take the role. All I wanted now was to escape from this underworld. I barely had time to react before Kelvin’s strong grip tightened around my wrist, yanking me forward. "Run!" he barked immediately. The word barely left his lips before an explosion of dust and debris sent a shockwave through the air. Chunks of the sanctuary's ceiling collapsed, tumbling down behind us. With that I sprinted out quickly, as fast as my legs could carry me, my lungs were burning, as my heartbeat kept thundering in my ears heavily. Every step I took, running away from the sanctuary. I was driven by pure desperation to escape and I don't mind what it takes to leave. I wanted to leave ever

"I don't even want to say a word about last night." "So you will simply run away from it instead?" He asked and I stared at him for a few seconds, at the face that had been buried between my legs last night. I shrugged. "I guess so. I will just run away from it. Running away isn't always the bad decision. And even if it is, yeah, I am making that bad decision. This... This is crazy and I am just going to leave" My grip on my bag turned firm once more and I made to turn away but Luxuria's voice rooted me back to the spot.

I struggled to talk through my tight throat. I managed to pull away from him and I didn't think twice in running away. It didn't matter that my ankle was healing and it didn't matter that I'd left Quentin still on his knees. All that I wanted to do was get away from him and those sad eyes. ~~~

"B-Being sold? How is t-that for my own good?" Mother reaches out trying to catch me by the arm but I step away from her. "I think I-I'm going to leave mother, I-I... I'm clearly not wanted here," I wobble. My voice strains as I try to keep my tears at bay. "And where will you go, Clara? You have no one to take you in," mother argues. "A-Anywhere but here is fine with m-me," I shout. Turning I run away from the cottage. The shouts and pleas of my parents ring from behind me. But I don't care I just keep moving forward.

“You did me no wrong. You adored me. But your little girl… she’s no longer a girl anymore. She’s stained now. Wolf-less. Forgotten. I’m no longer your perfect child. The star has left my eyes. The moon has forgotten me.” Silence. Birdsong, faint. Distant. “I came to say goodbye. A welfare. A farewell.” I swallowed. “I’m going to run, Grandma. Run until my legs can’t carry me anymore. I want to leave this place. This pack. Everyone who’s ever known me. I want the sun to touch me in a place where I have no name—then maybe it’ll tell the moon about me.” “I want to run away.” A voice broke behind me. “Did I just hear you say you want to run away?”

SKYLAR P.O.V "Where do you think you're going?" I felt paralyzed, I couldn't find the words to justify myself. "I… I…" "Wanted to escape again?" He concluded. "Do you think you can run away from me?" I wasn't even planning on running away. I don't even know this place for crying out loud, so why would I think of running? "I wasn't thinking of running. I just… I only wanted to get some fresh air."

They spoke in hushed tones making it impossible to hear them and they all turned to me when they were done. The one who had tackled me earlier moved forward, "Move!" he growled. I didn't think twice, I grabbed onto Haris's hand and bolted. Why are you running away from mate? Harlyn out as I tried to get Haris to move faster. I didn't look back as I ran, I didn't want to as my fear drove me to move faster. I just wanted to get away from a life that would be similar to what I had endured and escaped from, that is if I am even spared.

And I can't stop until I find out what it is. "He said I shoud run away from you that I-I'm not s-safe with you."

Without another thought, I step forward, my feet carrying me away from the house, from my doubts, from everything, toward the only freedom I’ve ever truly known. I can faintly hear Josh calling after me, but I don't feel like talking right now. All I want to do is run, all I can think about is running until my thoughts disappear.

Running away will give me freedom. As I pick a random destination, I buy my ticket and hop on the correct train. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m nervous and scared to be on my own. I have to do this. This is my one chance to leave. I promised myself that if I had the chance to run, I would. The opportunity presented itself. To be honest, I’m shocked the chance even came, but it did, which means this is what I should be doing. At least, that’s how I’m choosing to look at it.