1 Chapter 1

I was running.

Again.

Not that it was anything I was not used to. I just kinda got bored of running AWAY from places.

But I loved it.

The feeling of wind blowing on my face, it felt like it passed through it. Through my skin, into my brain. It stopped me from thinking. It was like being on drugs. It made me forget all the pain. But at the same time, it made me feel awake. And also reminded me that I was alive. Although forgotten and unwanted, but still a part of the world.

My long straight hair, that were before held by an elastic band, were now coming out free and running behind me like a shadow.

"At least I am not wearing any heels." I thought. That was one thing to be glad about, although I COULD run in heels, but better than taking any chances.

I had now been running for 30 minutes straight. I realised that and suddenly felt my legs refusing to run anymore. I quickly looked back to see if anyone was near. And then stopped, still facing my back.

No one was behind me.

Then i quickly regretted stopping. I got a rush of memory that I was trying not to think about. i got reminded of the reason for why i was running from another foster home. The memory was still fresh in my mind.

How that son of a bitch started to get near me. How he got so close to me that i could see every scar on his disgusting face. I could see his teeth in his smile that showed he had finally got hold of his prey.

His god awful black eyes were filled with temptation and challenge. As if asking me where the fuck can you go now? And one thing that you need to know about me is that I, absolutely NEVER say no to a challenge.

I replied to that challenging gaze with a powerful punch that i had known for nearly 16 years now. It had never failed me...until then. It was as if his body was made of something different. Not wood, but definitely as tough as it. It was like his skin had been hardened with layers and layers of  other skins until he could not feel any touch or pain.

I was startled and then dumbfounded. I could only stare at the place where I punched him. It should have at least made a bruise. Even though he was a tall bulky 6 feet 5, I knew, I wasn't very small myself.

My reaction made him grin harder. He took out his hands from his pockets. He used his left hand to hold me nearly bare waist. His right hand slowly advanced towards my thighs. I knew punching or kicking couldn't help. I tried the only other option I had left- trying to talk him out of doing it. "Stop it." I said in a hard voice "Why don't you go fuck your own goddamn wife!!?"

My adoptive monster of a mother. She was away for a while. Probably not being able to stand the sight of her husband.

"Let GO of me you motherfucker!" My voice went louder and louder. His hand was now halfway up my thigh bicep. But it stopped there for a second, and I thought it worked. But then he seemed to break through it and continued. I was trying hard not to show any weakness. My body was not helping. I went rigid. The fact that me saying all that didn't do any change was more distressing. It usually always worked on all guys and men. Especially if they were attracted to me in even the slightest, which they mostly were. I don't know why or how it happens.

I couldn't think straight anymore. Hurting him didn't work. Saying anything didn't work. I knew shouting wouldn't have worked either because there was no one in or around for miles. But I tried anyways.

I shouted and shouted. Screaming hard enough to scare even the dead. It was like I had a sudden rush of adrenaline. For a while, I felt more power coming. As if someone was giving me their energy to help me... scream (I hope not. Because I surely didn't put it to a good use) He look startled for a second and froze.

I continued shouting till my lungs stopped working. Till that power stopped. I suddenly felt weak because of that, but I didn't care.

If shouting could do fatal harm, that bastard adoptive father of mine would have been dead on the floor.

But instead his face showed a little shock and he looked happier. Like he had been wanting this to happen sometime.

I was hopeless.

This was not the first time someone had tried to **** me. But definitely the first time they got so close to. I knew I couldn't let him do this. But I also knew that I didn't have anything I could do to stop him. I tried kicking and punching again, refusing to back down.

Before he could rejoice further and move his hand any more, someone broke into the house

At first I thought if it was some robber. "Bad time-" I started but then stopped. I wanted to wanted to continue, but didn't

But then I had the idea that maybe it was someone who heard my scream.

I was grateful to either because the moment of distraction gave me a good opening to get out. I jumped from the nearest window. Thankfully, I had taken the checks from the drawer already, and kept it along with the others. I was successfully out of the window now, without even a scrape.

I was good at that. Nearly 17 years of practice helped.

On my way out I could see two people. One man, and one woman. Both wearing black, with stern look on their face. And boy, I mean it when I say, they looked DANGEROUS.

Like they could take on 30 grown men without batting an eyelash. And since they would be towering over 29 of them...I imagine they could do it.

Just as they turned their heads to look at me, I jumped through the window and started running. 

I didn't hear any footsteps in the beginning, but I doubted they weren't following me. Silent running was not that hard. I'm talking from experience.

I hoped now, after 30 minutes, that they would have stopped.

I quickly got up from my wierd resting spot, that was a huge stone.

But this time, Instead of running, I started walking

That's when I realised, that my body felt sore. As if I had over exerted it.

But I knew running was not what caused it.

"It was probably just an adrenaline rush" I convinced myself, and continued to trudge. The weight of my legs feeling heavy.