Bad Boy Love

Bad Boy Love~ Part 36

I walk into my room and close the door. I pace back and forth in my room and run my hands through my knotted hair.

What just happened?

What.

Just.

Happened?

Jake tried to kiss me, and I think I liked it.

No Maya, you didn't like it. You hated it.

Only I did like it.

Bipolar disorder here I come.

I walk over to the candles in my room and blow them out one by one. I'm going to sleep. I can't think anymore. I put on a big sweatshirt and spandex shorts.

I climb in bed and pull the covers tightly around my body. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for sleep to come.

...

I'm running, I don't know why, but I'm running. It's dark and cold. I know that something, or someone, is after me.

"Run Maya!" I hear a male voice say. "Run!"

I do as the voice says and sprint off into the dark forest that I am in. I hear loud shouts of men. They are after me, but why? I turn a look up a tree, maybe I could climb it? My breaths are heavy and I start crying, but a hand clamps around my mouth.

"Shh," says a voice. I look up to see a man that looks like me.

My father. Wait, Jim.

"We have to get away from them," he says and grabs my hand, but I pull away.

"I don't know you, you were never there for me," I say to the mans face. He looks tired and worn-out.

"Maya, you have to listen to me. These men are after us. They already have your mother. Go, I will distract them," he kisses my forehead. "I'm sorry."

I gulp down the... Sadness? And run into the forest deeper. I hear a man scream and a gun go off. My mother screams after the gunshot. No, no, no, no. They shot my father. I hear another shot and drop to my knees. I begin to cry, but I replace my sadness with determination to get away. I will not let these men get me.

I run off into the distance, dodging trees and jumping over rocks. I stop abruptly as I skid and almost fall off the edge of a cliff. I shudder as I look over the cliff. It is easily a 400 foot drop, and I am deathly afraid of heights. I turn around hesitantly and search for another way out, but it is too late. I see three men walking towards me, but it is too dark to see their faces. They walk closer towards me, and I try to sprint away, but one grabs my arms and holds me tight. I scream and kick at anything I can find with my feet.

"Fuck!" A man growls as I hit something solid. I keep kicking, but another man grabs my legs. I try to kick again, but it is no use.

A flash light turns on and shines in my face.

"Jim sure did make a pretty one, didn't he boys?" A maleficent voice says.

"Sure did," another one growls.

I trash my arms and find a hand that I bite down on. I taste blood, but I clamp harder.

"Bitch!" The man screams while slapping me across the face. I don't feel anything though.

"What do we do with her? Get the gun," says another man.

"No!" says the man I bit. "Let's throw her off the cliff."