Running to the Dark CHAPTER 1

Forget the damn school. Who needs that anyways? I suddenly trip and fall on the pavement. I yell out in pain and see blood trickling down my leg. I get up slowly and run to the woods that I see about 20 feet away. Trying to find a hiding place in there, I hear a crack of a stick.
“Shit,” I mutter, thinking that it is Jennifer. So much for the whole ‘running away to find mother who abandoned child’. Turning around I make a yelp, noticing that this is deferentially NOT Jennifer, it is a boy of around eighteen.
Who the hell are you?” I ask the boy, my voice loud.
“Shhh, damn you don’t have to yell. I’m running from my parents.” He says, cautiously. “What are you doing? And WHO are you?" “For one, I am Bailey. I am running away from my terrible Aunt to try to find my mom who abandoned me when I was three. Who are you?” I ask him. His eyebrows go up. “ First, I am Garret Young, and second damn, that sucks. But you gotta be careful around here.” he looks around again, worried. “It’s dangerous

out here. I almost got chased by a bear.”
I look at him for the first time. Well, I already HAD looked at him but now I look at him better. He is kind of hot. I mean, I don’t have a lot of experience with guys, but yet this boy is something.
“How old are you?” I ask him
"Nineteen. Not that old,” He chuckles, looking at me like he knows what I am thinking. I blush. His brown shaggy hair and his green eyes… wow. He really is something. “How old are you, Bailey?” He asks with a smirk. Damn, he really does know what I am thinking.
“I am seventeen,” I whisper. Oh my god. My face is burning!
“Cu-” He starts to say but there is a crash. I scream
“Watch out! Move move move,” I can’t understand what he is saying and I am so in shock I don’t move. He grabs me around the waist and pushes me out of the way of the falling tree branch above. I scream. He pulls me in and hold me tight. Even though I don’t know him that well, I fall in to him like I have known him for years. “Hey it’s okay, it was just a tree branch.” He says, soothingly. I start to hiccup. He rubs my back. “Your fine. It’s gonna be okay.”
“W-will you stay with me? Help me find my mom?” I ask, with tears in my eyes.
“Of course I will stay with you,” he says, wiping off my tears with his thumb.
“You promise? Promise me you will stay with me.” I grip his shirt tightly.
“I promise I will stay with you. I will always stay with you,” he whispers in my ear.


“Always.”