Running For Miles | ✓

65 ➳ Get Off Me

RUNNING

FOR MILES

My mind feels like a prison, it's a cage that no longer has an entry or an exit. It's cold and dark in there, there's no light or windows to the outside world only one-way glass that sometimes allows me to see out, that being a glimpse of the cold harsh world.

There's not a single thing good thought anymore, that was all taken away when all of the things that truly made me happy left. It's as if they were sucked away into a black hole or maybe a vacuum cleaner that then spat them out somewhere far away from me.

I will never be able to escape this place, it's a place that holds old memories that seem to throw daggers into my heart each time they pop into my brain, punishing me for even allowing myself to try and remember the happy times.

Memories that seem to hurt me aren't the only things in my mind that are hurting me it's also the screaming anxious questions that seem to be on reply they get louder each time I am unable to come up with an answer.

While it also shouts loud negative insults towards me. it was mainly about how pathetic and stupid I am. Pathetic for ever believing that I could be safely out of the hands of Boston Kain, while I'm also stupid for falling in love with another bad person that being Hale, a cold-blooded murderer.

It was always one or the other, but every now and then it would punish me with both.

Today my mind didn't feel like the only prison, instead, it was this stupid fucking apartment that Boston is keeping me in. These walls are so dull and boring, it feels as though even the ghosts trapped here with me are begging to be freed from this painful place.

I'm so bored, I wish that Boston would allow me to have my phone but I know that there is no way, right now at least, that he will let me have it back. So, I've been trying to keep myself busy by watching Netflix and cleaning.

So far today I have cleaned the bathroom from top to bottom, even the toilet which had made me gag. I then moved onto our bedroom, then the living room and lastly the kitchen. The apartment was pretty spotless so there was nothing really for me to clean but the kitchen was where I took my time.

As I dipped a glass cup into the soapy warm water, I saw his face. I saw his soft brown hair which I wanted ever so badly to run my fingers through but then I found myself staring back into his warm Autumn eyes.

I missed him, so much. I guess that's why his gorgeous face was popping up right now in a very strange way as he was slowly moving around with the soapy dishwater, yet he still managed to look as perfect as he always did.

My heart seemed to ache painfully as a million memories of him and I flooded into my mind which then played through the water. Flashes of us laughing at one another where the main ones, while there was another that sloshed around in the water.

It was one of the many times that Hale and I had showered together. He was massaging shampoo into my head when he started to kiss my neck and try to turn me on, but he wasn't watching what he was doing and his fingers with the soapy suds on them had slid into my eyes.

The soap stung them so bad that I started to cry but he didn't know that angrily I had swung around and slapped his chest as hard as I could which made him wince and give me a chesty laugh as he just stood there.

I remember being still being mad at him, so I filled my mouth up with water discreetly, I had looped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my eye level, and just before I was about to kiss his plump lips, I spat the water into his face.