Run Away From Me Spoiler Novels & Stories

When she tried to touch me, I jerked away from her like she was fire and did the only thing I could think of. I ran. I ran like the coward I was. Away from her and the truth cause running was easier. Because in that moment, I finally saw myself. I was a monster. But she was behind me, screaming at me to come and finish what I had started. I didn't dare look back because if I did... I wasn't sure I could bear the look in her eyes. 《《《《《《《《《《《《《《 I didn't care where I was going as long as it was far from her.

My speed only increased when I heard his manly voice call out for me. Running down the stairs, I finally stopped beside the lockers, trying to regain the lost air. But it all got lost when I realized the outcome of my actions. "I did not just run away from him... I fucking took off like a broken-neck chicken. Damn you Astraea!!!!"

Without thinking, I shoved it backward straight into his stomach. He grunted, his body shook, but his hold didn’t loosen. I twisted the shard, screaming, letting fear drive every movement. That did it. He fell, groaning in pain,his grip on me loosening just enough for me to escape , I didn't pause moving straight towards the open door straight into the night, forest air. The forest stretched ahead, black and endless. I ran. “YOU CAN’T RUN FROM ME!” I didn’t dare look back…. I couldn’t. Seeing him close would make me falter.

“But I’ve made my decision.” I didn’t like where this was going. His other hand was now around my waist. Our bodies were only centimetres apart. I opened my eyes and looked up into his. They were full of sadness. I shook my head; I knew what he was going to say. I didn’t want to hear it. “Please don’t.” I whispered. “I can’t bare it.” “I have to.” A tear rolled down his cheek. His eyes suddenly glazed over, and I saw my chance. I ran from him. I took off down the stairs two at a time. I had to get away from him. I had to get away from everyone. Everyone had let me down and I couldn’t bare another minute in this place.

Arya POV. I just ran away from the worst nightmare, and I'm never coming back. I did it and ran away, only this time I didn't need anyone to save me, I'm saving myself. I heard Damien's voice behind me as I ran away, I didn't have any car or any way to get me away, we're in the center of nowhere. I look around but all I could see was some deserted streets, I don't think about it I just take off running, he has a car but I'm not giving up this time, I'm saving myself.

Deep down, even that turns me on a bit, but I’m trying to fight it, thinking that it’s wrong to want to be used like that; like I’m the slut that everybody thinks I am. I jump off his lap, and slowly start backing away from him. I see confusion in his eyes as he watches me get further and further away from him. He says my name again but all I can do is shake my head, turn and run back into the woods. He continues to call my name, but doesn’t give chase. I know there will be consequences for running away, but I don’t care at the moment; I just need my space. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

He yelled, releasing me. Scared at Finn, my heart jumped out in my chest, and my mind just shut down as I ran away from him, leaving everyone else on the poolside, including my heart. As to how I got out of the building, I didn’t know because I just kept running to escape from Finn… to hide from Frank… to run away from my twin sister until I fell to the ground and darkness began to pull me away from everything.

I whispered. “I’m giving you the freedom you keep begging for,” he said. His voice was rough, not angry, wounded. “But if you walk away, Ava… don’t run back to me when the world out there isn’t what you think.” Something inside me cracked. I turned around, taking a breath, and then one step. I felt him watching me. Waiting. And Hoping. I took another step. Then I ran. Faster than I ever had. Away from the house.

“You have to go.” “I’m not leaving you.” “You have to!” “I won’t.” “Then I will.” His expression shifts. Sharp. Alert. “What do you mean?” I don’t answer. Because I already know. Because there’s only one way this ends. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. And before he can react— I turn. And run. Not controlled. Not steady. But fast. Fast enough. Away from him. Away from everything. “Maria!” I hear him behind me. Of course I do.

So, for now, I’d agreed not to reject him immediately, yet that didn’t settle my nerves that he would want to get rid of me. He’s probably planning how best to murder me and get away with it right now. Just talk to him. You’re spiraling, Maya huffed. Instead, I chose to do the super mature thing: I ran away. As I strode to the door, a hand struck out and grabbed my arm.