You were running. Running as fast as you could. "Y/n", he yelled.
The anger scared you.
Tears flowed down your face. The cold night air burned in your throat.
"Stop running! There is no chance of escaping. I will always find you."
Deep down you knew he was telling the truth, but didn't want to believe it.
Suddenly you were pushed to the ground. He caught you.
He pulled you to your feet and took you in his arms,
"Now let's go home," he spoke calmly as if nothing had happened, but you knew what awaited you 'at home'
"No, please," you whined.
Gently, his thumb stroked your cheek. "Shh. It's okay. You're okay."
You weren't - not after what he was about to do.
