1 Running from him

Ever since I ran away from my abusive family, they've been coming after me. I ran away at 17. I couldn't take their abuse anymore. I've stayed strong since they started abusing me at the age of 6. Today was no different, they sent someone after me as usual. They were a lot faster then the others my family sent. I felt the man getting closer, I could tell it was a man by how heavy his footsteps were. I broke out into a sprint; I started turning random corners and come across a hidden house that was behind two others. You would only be able to see it if you looked hard enough. I ran towards the house and snuck into the house. Next thing I knew, I was pinned against the wall with my hands above my head. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house." The man said. My face was completely calm but my mind was not. 'How come I didn't notice him sneaking up behind me.' I thought. The man walked closer, "I won't repeat myself. Answer the question." I looked up and snickered. "And why should I tell you anything." I said. The man was about to speak when I diverted my eyes to a shadow passing the window. The man noticed I had a frustrated look on my face. "You're hiding from the person out there aren't you?" He questioned in a whisper. I nodded my head. "I'm Jasper, Jasper Carter." Jasper let my wrist go and started walking through a hallway which I assumed let to a set of stairs. "What are you waiting for, follow me." He stated.