Run.

I quickened my pace. Trying as much as possible to make my way through the dark without tripping.

Stopping immediately, I crouched down behind a furniture. I held my breath, trying not to give myself away with my rash breath.

The room was pitch black so it was hard to know where to run to since I wasn't yet acquainted with the place.

"You're not going to like what I'll do to you when I catch you." the deep voice said and he sounded close.

My throat tightened, I prayed he would come and save me. To protect me.

"Gotcha" the man gripped me from behind

Letting out a loud scream, I pleaded "please let me go"

I tried getting a view of the man's face but it was too dark.

Struggling to breath, I tried prying the man's hands off my neck when I heard a loud gun shot and a thick liquid splashed on my face.

It was blood, the man's blood.

The man's weight came down on me but it was immediately removed.

His face appeared in front of me and I threw myself into his arms without a second thought.

He came. He saved him

Holding him tight, I wept into his shoulder.

I could never have been happy.

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