Seriously, what were the freaking odds? Marcus looked at me. “Elizabeth, why did you run?” Of course he knew. How was I going to get myself out of this? “I… thought…I thought I… saw… my father.” Okay, I seriously had no clue where this story would be going, but as long as it’d safe me out of this, I didn’t care. “Liz, he can’t keep you and Tyson apart. You two belong together.” Yes, in his dreams. “No, you don’t get it. My father is dead. And, I don’t know. It was the first time we were out together in such a big crowd. It felt like everybody was staring at us and wanted to drag me back to Doncaster. So I ran. I always do that when I am scared or uncomfortable. I can’t help it.” Marcus laughed. “Trust me when I say we won’t let that happen.” We? “Tyson is on his way and you can stay over at my place for a couple of weeks. Everything will be fine.” “Why?” “I don’t know. I think he has a fight with someone. It is just to be sure.” I shrugged. Honestly, I didn’t care. I’d ruined my chance. A tear rolled down my cheek. Marcus took my hand. “Hey, there is nothing to be upset over.” I shook my head. Suddenly, I felt two arms wrapped around me. “Hey little girl, you’re okay? I sighed. It was Tyson. “Want another drink before we leave?” I nodded. I was still shivering, though I am fairly sure that it wasn’t because it was cold outside. Tyson came back and I wrapped my hands around the cup. He pulled me closer. I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. This was actually very nice. Wow, stop. Where did that come from? Well, since it seemed I was never going to get away from this, I could better stop wasting my energy. Tyson and Marcus were discussing something and when I tried to listen, I lost track after two sentences, so I tuned out. Marcus got up. “Time to go, I suppose.” I bit my lip. “I need to get to the toilet first.” Tyson give me a kiss on my cheek. “Hurry.” Sure, whatever. I took my time. I don’t know, I guess I hoped some miracle would happen. I washed my hand and looked in the mirror and there was one very accurate word to describe me: zombie.

When I returned to our table, the store was three times as busy as five minutes ago. What, were they handing out free cash or something? When I looked more carefully, I saw most of the people were girls around my age. Okay, never mind. I didn’t really like girls much anyway. Too much drama. Then I noticed the centre of attention. Two green eyes find mine. He froze for a moment and started pushing his way through the girls. I didn’t know what to do. Harry wrapped his arm around me and I’d swear I saw him crying. I don’t long how long we stood there, but I didn’t care. “Let her go.” Tyson growled. Harry’s arms around me tensed. Suddenly, he yelped and pulled one arm back. Tyson used this to tug me back. He pushed me against the wall. “Are you okay?” I was furious. “You don’t get it, do you? I HATE you. You used me, hurt me, tried to take me from my friends and family multiple times, you stalked me. Ever since I met you, you made my life a living hell. I never really loved you.” I nearly added ‘I’m sorry’, because I’d cared for him once, but since I met Harry, I realised I never really loved him. I loved the idea of having him around, even though he hurt me. “I saved you. I saved you from a life you hated.” I saw a flinch of metal and tried to back off, but there was a wall blocking my way. “Heartless. Ungrateful. Bitch.” He stressed the last three words by jabbing a knife in my belly. Before he could strike again, somebody pushed him away. I fell to the ground. “Liz?” I heard a voice, far away. But before I could respond, I blacked out.

Notes

And they lived happily ever after. Lol no :P
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