#WritcoStoryChallenge
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. The footsteps are behind me. When they stop, with no other options, I turned around to face him.
I tried to act tough, but my body betrayed me when my hand flew up to grab my chest as if to slow my pounding heart.
"Avelina Branson," he said, looking me up and down. He had a really cute smirk on his face. It made it so hard to resist him, but I knew that I needed to.
"Come, my darling," he said.
"No," I told him once more. "Cameron Paine, you will never have me."
"My little bird," he said, putting his warm, tattooed hand on my now-blushing cheek. "You're already mine."
"No," I repeated. It felt like it took every bit of my soul to pull away from him, and when I do, a...