heard from behind me. I was used to running, but not in boots! Ayden, on the other hand, was a running back on the football team. I wouldn’t be able to out run him for long , so I had to act. Quickly, I dove behind a bush. Luckily, the bush was mature, along with the rest of the forest, so it was more than big enough to hide me. I felt around the ground for something, anything I could use as a weapon. Among the mud and twigs, I found a rock the size of my fist. A little bigger would have been better, but it would have to do. I controlled my breathing while crouched down as low as possible. Gripping onto the jagged rock as tightly as I could, I listened for him. The twigs snapping under his feet were rapidly turning into thunderous cracking. Ayden was coming closer and I had to bite my lip to keep from screeching. The metallic crimson seeped out of my lip and traveled to my tongue. Ayden was much too close. He stopped just a few feet away from me and I quietly sucked in some breath. Without looking down at the bush covering me, he slowly crept in my direction. Did he know I was there? Was he trying to trick me?
He came closer still.
“Mindy…” he continued on, “…come on, baby. I was just having a little fun.” The sound of twigs breaking rang through the silence. But it wasn’t from his feet. He swiveled around and slowly crept towards the sound. A deer perhaps?
Now was the time to surprise him. If I hit him in the back of the head just hard enough, I could knock him out. I thought. Or would I kill him? I didn’t want to hurt him that bad. Something had to be done because sooner or later, he would find me. And maybe do horrible things to me. I began to steadily breathe again, though my eyes got watery. The hand I had clenched around the rock got shaky and damp from my nervousness. I released it and wiped the sweat off my hand to get a better grip on the rock. Should I run? And if I did run, how quickly would he hear me? But if I was to sneak behind him, I was sure to make some noise and I would be too far to hit him. I stood up as determination took over. He was bending over a bush, searching for me. That bastard! He’d never leave alone until he had me. I rose to my feet and ran as fast as my legs could possibly take me with my arm in the air ready to swing the rock at him. Right before I was in arms reach, he swung around and spotted my weapon. Instinctively, he tackled me, as if I were carrying a football and I was his opponent.
When my head hit the ground, it hit something hard. A rock. My vision started getting blurry as if I were trying to focus a camera; but I was trying to focus my vision. But to no avail, it was getting darker. As my vision blacked in and out, I felt Ayden’s weight lifted off of me. Then everything went dark.
hen I woke up, my head was pounding. That wasn’t what woke me; it was the bouncing. I was being carried by someone through what seemed to be mute darkness. And it wasn’t Ayden. That person was much bigger. He saved me. It had to be what happened. The last thing I remembered was Ayden’s weight off of me. It wasn’t like he willingly got off of me; it felt like he was lifted. And I was definitely not being carried by someone graceful. My body was bouncing every step against his hard chest. With every stride he took, the shake would increase the throbbing in my head. Already having so much trouble keeping my eyes open, I hated it! I felt like I was in one of those dreams where you couldn’t scream when you were trying everything in your power to. I wanted to see him. I needed to see him. To thank him. I looked up, but my eyes were incredibly heavy. Even if I could keep them open, I still couldn’t see straight.
“Thank you...” I croaked.
I felt so pathetic. I didn’t think he even heard me. Even so, I still leaned my head closer to his chest and nestled it in between his peck and his bicep. That was when I noticed that his chest was
He came closer still.
“Mindy…” he continued on, “…come on, baby. I was just having a little fun.” The sound of twigs breaking rang through the silence. But it wasn’t from his feet. He swiveled around and slowly crept towards the sound. A deer perhaps?
Now was the time to surprise him. If I hit him in the back of the head just hard enough, I could knock him out. I thought. Or would I kill him? I didn’t want to hurt him that bad. Something had to be done because sooner or later, he would find me. And maybe do horrible things to me. I began to steadily breathe again, though my eyes got watery. The hand I had clenched around the rock got shaky and damp from my nervousness. I released it and wiped the sweat off my hand to get a better grip on the rock. Should I run? And if I did run, how quickly would he hear me? But if I was to sneak behind him, I was sure to make some noise and I would be too far to hit him. I stood up as determination took over. He was bending over a bush, searching for me. That bastard! He’d never leave alone until he had me. I rose to my feet and ran as fast as my legs could possibly take me with my arm in the air ready to swing the rock at him. Right before I was in arms reach, he swung around and spotted my weapon. Instinctively, he tackled me, as if I were carrying a football and I was his opponent.
When my head hit the ground, it hit something hard. A rock. My vision started getting blurry as if I were trying to focus a camera; but I was trying to focus my vision. But to no avail, it was getting darker. As my vision blacked in and out, I felt Ayden’s weight lifted off of me. Then everything went dark.
hen I woke up, my head was pounding. That wasn’t what woke me; it was the bouncing. I was being carried by someone through what seemed to be mute darkness. And it wasn’t Ayden. That person was much bigger. He saved me. It had to be what happened. The last thing I remembered was Ayden’s weight off of me. It wasn’t like he willingly got off of me; it felt like he was lifted. And I was definitely not being carried by someone graceful. My body was bouncing every step against his hard chest. With every stride he took, the shake would increase the throbbing in my head. Already having so much trouble keeping my eyes open, I hated it! I felt like I was in one of those dreams where you couldn’t scream when you were trying everything in your power to. I wanted to see him. I needed to see him. To thank him. I looked up, but my eyes were incredibly heavy. Even if I could keep them open, I still couldn’t see straight.
“Thank you...” I croaked.
I felt so pathetic. I didn’t think he even heard me. Even so, I still leaned my head closer to his chest and nestled it in between his peck and his bicep. That was when I noticed that his chest was
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