I Walked So You Could Run Meaning Novels & Stories

She moved to the side, "Here, run, Maya." I looked at the door back at her, how I wished I could just run away, very far away like she said, away from this hell hole without looking back. I looked into her face; her eyes were daring and urging me to make the first step, but each time I looked at the door, I could only hear Maestro's voice. 'You can't run from me, Maya. No matter how hard you try to.' "Come on," she urged again; I felt the poison in her tone.

It was a picture of my family, taken moments ago, with a single word beneath it which was heart pounding. Run.

I howl excitedly, my companions doing the same as we announce our victory in completing the Run without being claimed or claiming another. [My father is there, I can see the look of shock on his face and the rage on your father beside him.] Amelia calls out with laughter in her words. Inwardly I smirk, zeroing on my father who is seething with rage. He must see Caden’s golden wolf between Amelia and I and know that we have been traveling with a strong male – a male that could have claimed either of us but didn’t. Cheers from my pack thundered in the air behind our Alpha, ignoring my father as he shouts at them when they chant my name. Word of the bet must have traveled around as every last o

"I have somewhere to be. So, if you will excuse me." I turn. And I run. Again.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲’𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴

“Goodbye, Alpha” And then I ran.

Juѕt take the hint аnd leave. I wаѕ in nо mооd for ѕmаll tаlk. I wanted tо make a run fоr it, but in thеѕе wedges, I wаѕ certain a ѕnаіl could mоvе faster. If оnlу I wеrе wеаrіng my Cоnvеrѕе. Nоw I wanted tо punch Elijah even mоrе.

There's no way I'm getting inside that car. So I did what I have to do. I stepped on his foot with my leather boots and ran away as fast as I could. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's running. And I mean that both literally and figuratively. Running away from my emotions. Running away from my family, my friends. And if I could I would have run away from myself, too. Running away for my lif would be no problem at all. He won't be able to run after me with that foot. Nor can he drive either. School wasn't too far away, I'll be safe there.

[Me: What do you mean? [Keith: Imogene, anytime things get hard and uncomfortable, you run. You ran from LA, you ran from Damien. For all I know, you might be planning to run away from LA again. You’re a runner. You’re a track star. Flo-Jo all day.] I stare at the screen, my pulse quickening. Keith's words echoes in my mind: "You're a runner. You're a track star. Flo-Jo all day." It isn’t just a dig at me; it’s a challenge.

But I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. So I did the only thing I could. I ran.