1 Prologue: Maze

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She felt weak but was strong

Giavanna Reese

I ran. I ran as fast as i could. The wind blowing around me and my hair moving around furiously as i ran past different houses and buildings.

I never imagined that one day i would be running from an early death. If not the situation i would have said i really needed this run but given the situation i would really say Juicewrld sang 'maze' just for this situation.

I just came out to explore and here i am running, from what?

My life is pretty complicated. I've had no family for a while now. I was the only one not found that night. My step dad, mom and twin brother. First my brother, then my parents. It's either they didn't find me or they decided not to take me. They should have.

I won't be living my life running and hiding if they had taken me. I wouldn't have mourned my alive family. I would be with them. I have lived my life praying and hoping that i would still see them at least once.

After some minutes of running i stop by a wall to catch my breath. I look back to see no sign of them. So i begin walking down the unknown street to see where i'll get. Then i hear it, i look back again and see them running towards me but before i could start running again i was dragged and pinned to a wall nearby.

I look up to meet his cold stare. He had dark brown short hair, chocolate brown eyes that compliments his hair and he was well built i'll give him that. Richard Norman. He has never been tired of chasing me, he claimed i had what could save his boss' life which i don't have any idea of.

I try to free my hands from his hard grip only to have him tighten it and move closer pressing me against the wall. I stop struggling as he moves to my neck and breathes in my scent.

"Hmm vanilla" he whispers in my ear sending shivers of fear and disgust down my spine. He pulls back a little pulling both of my hand in one of his above my head and smirks at my scared state.

He moves dangerously close again and keeps his free hand on neck. Needing to distract him i lean closer to him and knee him hard in groin. He groans and falls to the ground. I run.

I continue till i loose my breath once again and fall to the ground, i bite my lip to prevent the tears from falling. I start running again. Like i said 'maze' the difference being the fact that i am not stuck in a maze. I'm stuck in the 'streets'.

I run, i run

I run

I run, i run

I run

I hear footsteps after me and i pick up my pace leaving no way for them to catch up with me, but, fate has never been on my side. I was pushed to the ground and straddled. Richard.

Stuck in a maze

"You seem to like to always be the catch baby" he says it slowly as if to make sure i hear and understand each word.

"Fuck you" i spit back. He laughs humourlessly tilting his head backwards. "You seem so eager, don't worry you would beg me to do that to you later" it takes me a second to understand the meaning. I struggle under him to try to push him off but he doesn't even budge a little. I hear more footsteps coming towards us, i look around to see who hoping it was someone coming to save me but as always 'fate is never on my side'.

Everything's okay but it's not really okay.

The other members of his gang form a cicle around us some with smirks on their faces and others with a smug look. They were ten in number including him. I sigh in defeat and look back to find Richard smirking down at me. He stands up know i can't escape with this amount of people around me.

I could always try

I stand up and look around taking them in and calculating the distance between them. I run for the side opposite me but was suddenly yanked back by my hair. I scream as my back hit his chest and one fucker had the guts to laugh at my vulnerable state.

My life's a death race

"You are a tough one for sure, we'll have so much fun" he says loudly with certainty evident in voice.

His voice is not even smooth

I'm numbing my pain with codeine rain

I step away from him and face him with my hand connecting with his cheek hard. His eyes shines with fury as he steps closer with each step forward i take one backward and he suddenly stop.

"You'll pay for that" he grabs my hand and pulls me roughly to the ground and slaps me right across the face.

"Why must you be so hard?" He screams in my face. "Just give us the damn evidence and we'll let you be"

I'm going insane

I laugh in his face, suprise crossing over his features at my sudden out burst. "So foolish" i mutter aloud not missing the way he hung his mouth which gave me time to push him off of me and stand up.

He stands up and reaches for me but i beat him to it by connecting my fist with his nose. He moves back at the force and wipes the blood. I sure wasn't expecting what came after. He slashes my arm with a knife that came from nowhere. Then hits my cheek two times harder than I did his.

I fall again.

I've been falling a lot

He kicks me in the side and i cry out, the tears spilling out without my consent. He repeats the action a few times and just stare at me.

It's a pity that one's parents would put their's child's life at risk. I do want to save them but them saying these louts should come to me directly. I miss them though.

My life has been empty since i turned ten. It's was a tragedy for me, and now i just live the days of my life awaiting death.

Death. A peaceful death, not this type of death. A not so painful death.

This sucks! Yeah My life.

After a few moments i stand up and stagger backwards a little but fall again. To my suprise he waves at them as a sign for them to leave and hang around.

He's more stupid than i thought.

He walks slowly to me and crouches down to my level, his eyes shining brightly under the dim light of the street lights.

I move to stand up only to have him block my movements by placing both hands at my side and move himself on top of me. He presses himself into me supporting himself with his palms on either side of me. I struggle to push him off once again.

"Get off asshole" i scream at him and gasp when i feel the bulge in his pants.

"Still wanna get away from me or you want to get it on with me" as if. His words settles within me and i beat against his chest angrily hopefully he will get tired.

I continue moving under him to get him to move while he just enjoys the pleasure of me rubbing him. That's disgusting. He widens his legs and press into me further wanting to feel me. Chance. I knee him in the groin hard once again.

Eh. How does it feel to be hard and also get kneed.

He rolls off me groaning and holds onto that side without shame. I stand up and run ignoring the sudden pain in my ribs at his previous hits. I can hear him screaming at the others to get me but i am long gone.

"Son of a fucking bitch" i cry out as i feel something tearing into the skin in my arm. I fall to the ground once again clutching my arm at the pain. I bring my hand to my face only to be met with a bloody hand. I've  been shot. Surprisingly no one came after me. I groan as i stand on my feet and move to a wall nearby for support breathing hard trying to supress the pain by taking enough oxygen into my lungs as if my life depended on it.

Seconds turned to minutes but those minutes didn't turn to hours that i have sat on the ground with my back on the wall and my uninjured hand clutching the injured one. I was already losing a lot of blood and if i don't do something i will probably pass out and they will find me. I stand up and walk this time. I walk and walk till i find houses. My vision was already bluring when i get to the door step of a house. I am able to ring the door bell before i pass out with only one thought.

I still want to live.