Feet pounding against cobblestone.
"I will find you!" he screams.
My vision is blurred by panic as I dive into a small street that will lead back to some sort of populated area.
I need to find someone. I need help.
Safety in numbers.
My feet continue on, not wanting to turn back, to see him pursuing, his clothes smeared with blood. If I can get to a main street, he won't be able to follow. Not looking like that.
I burst out onto Market Street, right next to the donut shop. There are a few cars parked on the curb, but no one is in sight. I scramble down the sidewalk, searching for somewhere to hide, somewhere to find safety.
Right beside the donut shop, there's a small alley that hits a brick wall at the end. It's trashed. I dart inside, glancing over my shoulder.
For now, the coast is clear.
Then, all of a sudden, I feel my foot catch on something—and I sense my body falling forward into a puddle, crashing into the reflection of a frantic-eyed girl.
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The Runaway HouseAdventure
When Lee witnesses a murder, her only chance at survival is running. Somewhere along the way she meets a man who takes her to The Runaway House, a safe place for fugitives and runaways. There she begins to find peace, courage, love, and a real famil...