Zayde, trees and a princess.

Ummm. I stretch. My body feels so fucking good. It's finally being satisfied. I roll over and push my arm out to pull her in to me. Whoever says a morning fuck is a bad thing are mentally fucking stumped.

My hand doesn't reach her soft warm body. My fingertips grasp at the cold sheets.

Shit.

My eyes shoot open and I look around the room before jumping up and running to the bathroom. She isn't here.

I yank the jeans up to my waist and shove my feet into my boots. I've got to find her before she gets away. Again.

Grabbing ahold of the handle, I yank. The muscles in my arm jump but the door doesn't budge.

Bitch has locked it from the outside.

I throw my body against the door. The wood rattles but it's gonna take forever to break.

I go again.

And again.

And again....

****

My chest burns. I don't know if I can run like this much longer. I can't let him find me, and I push myself further.

I don't know my way around the new club and already I'd been blocked by two closed and locked doors.

I left the building via glass doors by the kitchen area. The grass seemed to go on forever but I'm finally nearing the woods.

The twigs cut into my bare feet and branches snap against my aching body.

I'm lucky he forgot to use the belt last night. I can't let this opportunity go to waste.

I need to stop. Even if it's for a few minutes. I fall against the trunk of a tree and get my breathing under control.

After a couple of minutes I stand back up. I can hear shouting in the distance.

They're coming for me.

Run.

****

I broke it down after ten minutes of slamming my shoulder into the hard wood.

After I ran downstairs I found none of the doors have been unlocked yet. I know she's exited through the kitchen.

I will find her. It's hard to find the exit from the woods.

I've got six guys searching with me. They're on the payroll. They can fucking earn it.

Another slut not even taking a day to think about leaving.

Drew catches up and keeps pace with my running footsteps.

"The fuck you doing Jake? You said she left. Why she here? And why is she running?"

Oh yeah, I'll stand and have a nice natter with you now shall I?!

"Talk later Drew. Kinda busy right now. All you need to know, is I decided to keep her."

He stops running with me just before I get to the woods. I know he won't want to get involved. He only sees the dangerous side of me and my Angel.

I'm snapping branches out of my way when I he shouts again.

"You need to let her go Jake."

The fuck I do!

I can here other footsteps in the woods. Others are in here too.

The heavy running steps can be heard in different directions.

But somewhere, somewhere beneath it all, are lighter ones.

I can hear her.

****

I can hear the stamping of heavy, fast bodies all around me and I panic. I lurch forward and sprint in the same direction not thinking about where I'm going.

It's not fair of him to do this to me. He knows nothing about me. Who I am, or what I've been through since he left me broken in a hospital bed.

He knew I still had breath. He didn't wait for anything else. He left.

Footsteps close in on me and I look behind as I continue to run. Escape tastes close.

He's there.

He's just visible through the trees. He sees me too. His shouts prove it.

"Christina! Stop!"

I don't stop. I try hard to push forward.

I spin my head round to check again. He's getting closer.

Looking forward, I've only ran a few more paces when a big man steps out from a tree.

He smiles in victory.

Pulls back his fist,

And slams it into my face.

Pain screeches through my body and I drop to the floor in agony.

I hear Jakes pounding steps as he catches up to our location.

He passes me by a few steps. And as my vision begins to blur and darken, watch as his beast mode comes into focus.

He punches the big guy to the floor. His fist repeatedly slams into the guys broken face....

****

I saw her. My dreams so close when Zayde stepped from the trees. I shouted no before he even pulled back his fist.

I watch as his fist crashes into my Angel. She drops to the floor like he stole her soul. She doesn't scream. She doesn't cry.

I hit him the exact same way he hit her. The mist doesn't ease away from my mind or eyes until he doesn't make noise anymore.

I see my fist is smashing into a mess, his face no longer a face.

They pull me away and I have to fight them to get to her.

She doesn't move. Her eyes closed. With my heart thudding a powerful beat, I see she still breathes.

Her bare legs and arms are covered in little cuts. The branches.

She was that eager to get away she didn't even put her shoes on.

Does she hate me that much. I told her I needed her last night.

Does that mean nothing to her?

Am I supposed to let her go?

It feels like I am. It feels like I should want her to be happy.

But I'm selfish.

I want her to stay with me...