𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑪𝑬𝑺 ☾︎ jmrf [✓]

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—BROKEN PIECES, jonah marais.
00.06 — SAVING ANGEL
❝ Get back you little slut! ❞

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Skyler's pov
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Darkness engulfed me once I found myself sprinting for my dear life, feeling the hard pavement underneath my feet. Running and running, going in random directions blindly that would make me lose sight of the coffee shop for sure.

It was stupid of me, I know.

Because once I supported myself against a wall, panting heavily, I had absolutely no idea where I was. Letting my feet carry me past the shops in a much slower pace later on, I now knew for sure I was lost. When turning a corner, I ended up in a dark alley. That's when I knew I was fucked.

Just the place where you want to be at night, lost and all alone.

Just fucking great.

Sighing, I let my fingers trace the strands of her hair that stuck to my sweaty forehead. Panic rushed through my veins. "Stay calm, Skyler. Stay calm. It's gonna be okay." My hand pressed against my heart, feeling how the rhythm lost it's usual pace and followed my shaky breathing.

Once I had gained somewhat control, my eyes searched around the new place I found myself at, trying to recognize any details— like a street name or a shop.

A hit of realization sparked up inside of me, since there was an easier way for me to figure out where I was exactly.

Google Maps. Everyone's friend.

To my luck, I didn't forget my phone like I did with my jacket, feeling the goosebumps spike against my skin.

My eyes widened once I saw how far away from the shop I actually was, and in the whole other direction from the boys' house. It would be a thirty minute drive, meaning I had been running for over half an hour, maybe forty-five minutes. I groaned silently.

I don't wanna go back to the boys. I can't even at this moment. I don't know what'll they do when I go back. They're probably mad and will scream and yell, maybe call me names— and 'strangely enough', I really don't need that right now.

Maybe I should call Kenzie. She needs to know where I went anyways, since my shift is still going on.

Searching through the contacts in my phone, I found hers in a minute. It was pretty easy though since I know a few people. "Come on, come on. Pick up." Mumbling to myself, I groaned quietly, frantically looking around to make sure that—if a person would come up to me—I could run. I don't trust this neighborhood, at all.