No Surrender
My savior
Rain poured from the sky, like my tears. I could hear them behind me and they weren't far off. I needed to get as far away as I could. This was my only chance to gain my freedom.
Everything burned, like a stinging pain reminding me that I was a slave to my body. My legs burned from the force of my legs carrying me to what I hoped would be my freedom. My arms burned from the cuts and bruises, old and new, that lined them. My face burned from the cold air and rain hitting me.
The tight black shit and leggings I had on were sticking to me from the rain. My hair clung to my face like vines to a tree. Footsteps could be heard and so could their shouting. He sent them after me to bring me back, like I was a stray dog. That's what I had been. I was his pet and he was my master, but not anymore. I was going to get my freedom. I had to.
Increasing my speed, I threw myself around a corner and against the wall. I took a deep breath to steady my shaking legs and heartbeat. I had thrown myself down an ally, a really creepy one at that.
"Look what we have here." A deep voice rang down the ally. It was raspy and...sexy. I swung around to face down the ally.I couldn't see anything or anyone.
"Clearly, it's a girl, Harry." It was a different voice, higher in pitch.
"Who's there? P-please don't hurt me." I started to back up when the voice called out to me.
"Wait."
It was a simple word but the command he held in his voice made me halt. Heavy footsteps resounded in the ally until he appeared from the shadows. He was gorgeous, even when soaking wet by the rain. His brown hair, which looked like it had a curl to it, was sopping wet but it was pushed back from his face. His face... he had the most captivating green eyes and full pink lips, which were in a smirk. A sexy smirk. He wore a simple black tee-shirt, which was plastered to his body as if it was painted on him. I could see the many tattoos lining his arms. God he was sexy. As he stepped closer to me, I realized that he was tall. He had to be at least 6'3.
"You're bleeding." God, that voice. This man was everything a woman could ask for and that's exactly why I had to get away from him. He was the kind of boy your parents told you to stay away from.
Despite this, I couldn't look away from him. He slowly reached his hand toward my face, like I was a frightened child. I felt his fingers lightly grasp my chin. They burned against my skin and warmed me against the freezing rain. His thumb wiped at my lip and I flinched. It burned and before I knew it, I made a hissing sound. When he pulled his thumb away, I saw red. Blood, my blood, stained his finger. It was bright against his skin.
It was then that I felt another burning sensation. But it wasn't physical. My heart burned with pain, sorrow, and loss. My vision began to swim. My breathing was rapid and my legs shook. They gave and I fell into his chest. He caught me instantly and cradled me to him, protecting me from the cold ground.
His emerald eyes, searched mine with concern. It's funny, I was trapped by a man for years and he never once looked at me like that but I meet a stranger and he looks at me with such...worry. I vaguely felt him cup my face with his had. I stared back at him, his face becoming farther and farther away. All I could do was utter two words to him before my body succumbed to the dark. It was a whisper but he leaned in to hear me.
It was a whisper, like a feather on the wind but it had meaning. It had a meaning that carried the weight of my world and all that came with it. It was a whisper that resounded in my heart and I hope it would in his too.
"Save me."
