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    Run (3)

    I was shaking in his arms, only half-listening to the threats he whispered to me. All I could think about was Angelica, and that I prayed to god Bette didn’t show up with her now. I would have much preferred he take me than to risk Angelica being forced into any sort of danger.

    "How … did you find me?" I whispered back, swallowing hard. He was holding my arms so tightly that it hurt. He shook me for a moment, and I whimpered in shock as my hair fell over my eyes, and tickled my lips.

    He didn’t even answer me – he just pulled me by my arm out of the shop and onto the sidewalk where his car sat, the engine still running. I hardly had any time to register what was happening or any of my surroundings as he pushed me forward, against the car. I shut my eyes as tightly as I could, sighing at the pain in my chest from the point of contact. It had never been like this – never so public – and I must say, it hurt even more to be subject to such abuse after Bette had shown me how tender and understanding another person could be. Still, I didn’t have much time for sentiment before he was behind me again, this time holding my hair in his fist and tugging so hard I wanted to scream. I couldn’t, but I wanted to. He growled at me again. "Where is she?"

    My lips were trembling. "I … I left her with a friend." Once he repositioned his hand, I could see to the left again, and felt something that caught my attention – a connection. With a quick glance down the aisle of cars, I saw Bette sitting in her car, watching him hurt me. She was crying, and speaking with someone on her cell phone – the police, I figured. Thank god. I was most grateful of all that she wouldn’t risk Angelica’s safety to run to me.

    "We’re going somewhere to … discuss this," he whispered with pure rage. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to hurt me. Still, as petrified as I was to agree, I was willing, because it took from his focus on Angelica’s whereabouts. "Do you have a cell?" he whispered angrily, his hands crudely moved up the back of my thighs to my lower back, shoving me one more time against the car.

    Comments

    1. This story is beautiful!! Totally different from your other stories. You really showing how talented you are as a writer. You do have a good range in writing. I am honored to have the opportunity to read your stories. Thank you!! Pls continue writing!! :D

    2. ughhhh I LOVE this story! Lol I need more now, it’s like a drug. You know I love all of your stories but this one is one of my favorites if not my most favorite. I hate your internet connection -_- lol you can use mine! :D PPVVVVVVVS like now? lol thanks!

    3. This story is great and beautifully written. You describe everything so clearly, that it feels as if you were standing right there, with them. Excellent!!!

    4. That was wonderful and awesome, glad they put that baster in jail and hope he will be gona forever. Bette and Tina need to talk and tell each other how they feel. Please post more, thanks!

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