There are a few things in this life which scare the s**t out of me and leave me as a broken mess.
And being chased and attacked is one of them.
I have been chased countless times till now.
From the time I tried running from Landon's pack..to running from rogues.
And even today, running from these angry bitches.
I can see the stitches on my leg opening ,the blood from the wound flowing down my leg to leave a trail on the Italian tiles behind.
But I don't stop.
I just couldn't.
My hands were holding the wall, as I struggled to move forward. Tears of pain are brimming my eyes.
"Stop you b***h! "
I heard them scream and I looked back. They looked ready for a kill. Their eyes still changing colour.
Damn man! Why do I have to make enemies wherever I go?
Too lost in looking behind me,
