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9. My First Day.
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Her Runaway Gamma 10. Commitment To Duty.
CARAI take a huge bite.Dear goddess…. It feels like all my taste buds just got electricifed to life.Kian has really mastered this baking stuff superpower.“Hmmm,” I moan, taking another bite. “Maybe this cake is also one of the reasons why that girl followed you here, Kian. It tastes so damn good.”“Thanks.” He says with a corky smile.Rhia swiftly steals a cake chunk from Kian and tucks it inside her jacket, eyeing him. “If you end up not teaching me how you made these—”“Calm down tigress,” he shoves his floppy onyx hair off his forehead with a chuckle. “You know I don't go back on my word.”“You better not. You are too handsome for me to chop and mash you into dog food for Silver.”Silver is Rhia's German Shepherd. Huge with fluffy silver fur with sparses of faint black strands. That pet of hers can smell a fading scent as far as six hundred paces away from a single spot.“Silver loves me.” Kian defends. “She would never eat me even if I am processed into dog food.”These two….
Her Runaway Gamma 11. A Tour With All Pleasure.
CARAI was wrong back there in the briefing room. Everything about this job looks like it will be so damn hard.Thanks to Dane, it took me a full whole minute before I could finally breathe properly again after I climbed down that podium and left the briefing room.But now, once again, I am finding it hard to breathe, thanks to the mountain piles of paperwork I am currently staring at right here in my new office.They look like tall skyscrapers, and they seem to be waiting comfortably and patiently for their new mistress right there on the floor beside the corners of my desk.“Garrick really left a shit ton of work before he got sacked.” Sienna, my subordinate in charge of weapon maintenance, hisses as she joins me too in staring at the piles. “I am here if you need any help, and to be honest, you will be needing tons of it.”I sigh. She is right, and I am instantly in love with her trait of not mincing words with me. I love working with people who are honest, open, and straightforwar
Her Runaway Gamma 12. Sienna's Blitz.
CARAI gasp. Damn…Using raw silver in battle!? That will be one hell of a deadly machination against the vicious rogues now dwelling in the Wastelands if they ever dream of laying ambush on our pack.To be honest, I hate war drums and battle fields, but just like my mum always says, so long as good and bad exist in this world, there will always be a border line and power tussle between the two.My ears spike up in full attention as Sienna continues speaking. “My idea was just about melting silver ore into its molten form, its liquid form. Next, that liquid is poured into a weapon, like a handy plasma gun, but a handy plasma gun that is lightweight but can also bear the heat temperature of the molten silver.”“Whoah. Tell me more.” I press on.“Imagine condensing millions of tiny silver particles into its fluid nature and delivering it straight to the enemy in full capacity, like shooting lethal liquid bullets off from a rifle. It will just hit past the skin and muscles, and diffuse d
Her Runaway Gamma 13. The Descent Into Fire.
CARAThe sparring gym is filled already with all fifty of us by the time I arrive. And surely, I am definitely screwed….My prediction was right. Dane is here.My heartbeat skyrockets the instant my eyes lock on him.He is dressed in dark green combat trousers and a tight-fitted short-sleeve black shirt that only seem to accentuate his muscled arms and broad chest, making no effort to hide how fucking sexy his body is.My pulse races in my veins. He sure as hell definitely works out a lot….Standing right there in the spacious center of the large bi-circular sitting formation created by the others, he is whispering to my brother Al, who smiles afterwards and ruffles Dane's hair.“Cara, join the others.” I am ripped out of my staring trance when I realize that it is Gamma Carmden’s voice talking to me from the back of the circle.Damn, she is here. And she is now striding boldly through the circle's path as she makes her way towards the center where Dane stands….I instantly avert my
Her Runaway Gamma 14. Rivals.
CARAMy heart is still slamming hard against my chest, each new beat more paralyzing than the last.All my emotions right now are like a mighty tsunami—a thick, wickedly entwined rollercoaster mix of pain, longing, anger, and desire—all twisting and whipping violently within me like stormy waves. All at once.And it only happens with him in the room. In my space. In my head.I can't stop feeling this way whenever I am around him, no matter how much I try to. Dane is really, really fucking with my mind. My heart.My everything. “Everyone, also assess yourselves as you watch them and learn.” Gamma Carmden says to the other forty eight watching Dane and I before she turns to the sparring ring.“You both may begin.”That statement of her sounds like a fucking timer just got tapped on. I take in a deep breath, hold it in, and let it out.This sparring shit is about to get real. Worse, I am about to do it with an opponent that is now rendering me breathless again just with his fucking sexy
Her Runaway Gamma 15. A Surprise.
CARAI watch from the window of my office as the sunset dips below the mountainous ranges surrounding the base.And the view is so beautiful….My stomach grumbles with hunger. I grumble back and massage my hand gently over it.Despite going through that intense sparring with Dane, I ate just a single meat burger and water for lunch.I was too busy to care about eating proper food.Also, if I had eaten the sumptuous heavy filled plate of the Moo Shu Pork meal—my favourite—that Rhia nearly tricked me into eating, I would not have been able to finish sorting out those piles of paperwork that Garrick punished me with.And here is why.During digestion processes of heavy meals in the gastrointestinal tract, there is a decrease in the supply of blood to the brain, due to the suppression of the sympathetic part of the autonomic nervous system.This decrease in blood flow can make you feel a little bit dizzy or sleepy. Like you are suddenly tired and in need of a warm, soft, cozy bed.I can't
Her Runaway Gamma 16. Torn Apart.
CARABreathless.I can't…. I can't breathe properly. I feel…. I feel like my brain is about to burst out of my head. “Cara?”“W–where… where is he?” I stammer out.“Last I checked, he was in your dad's study office. I am guessing they should be done by now.” Her hand caresses my left cheek softly. “Is everything alright darling?”I manage to flash her a weak smile and a couple of nods. “Yeah. I–I am just hungry and tired. I want to go to my room now.” I sputter out, standing up to my feet.”I bend and give her a quick peek on the cheek. “Goodnight mum.”“Goodnight darling. Sweet dreams.”“Sweet dreams.” I chorus back as I begin to head for the stairs, with only one destination raging throughout my entire mind….Dad's office. I get to the stairs and begin to climb. I can't fucking believe this. Mum was clearly not joking or laughing when she was saying that Dane will be living here with us. But I have to confirm for myself.I need to hear the news from the damned horse’s mouth if he
Her Runaway Gamma 17. Salt In The Wound.
DANEI am still a fucking coward.That night two years ago. This night two years after.I am right here, standing at her door with my fist raised towards it to knock. I keep trying to connect my fist to the door, to fucking knock, but the more I hear her sobs, the harder and clearer the truth keeps hitting down on me.A truth that keeps stabbing me like a cruel knife to the chest.It is all my fault. I am the cause of the pain she is going through. And I must be really stupid to think that I can take that pain away by coming here and… and trying to know if I can….“Damn you Dane,” I curse to myself as I step away from the door and lean on the wall near it, closing my eyes.What the hell am I fucking doing? I think I am going mad. Was I expecting her to just open the door for me after I knock?Even if she does open the door, what then? What the fucking hell I am going to say?Sorry?I chuckle sadly at my miserable, stupid self. I might not even get the chance to even say that pathetic
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Her Runaway Gamma 25. Sugar Rush.
DANECara is my addiction.Right now, my mind is completely consumed only with thoughts of her, her lips, and the intoxicating sensation of how fucking good and perfect her soft ass feels in my hand….I give it a soft squeeze before moving up to explore her back. My tongue slides against the plump of her lips, coaxing and seeking permission into her mouth.She moans, her lips parting to grant me the access I’m craving into her mouth, and I grab the opportunity and slide my tongue in.This is….I can't even form the words now.She tastes warm and wet and perfect. Like sunrise and bliss and freedom. She is everything I know I should not crave for, but I still can't stop myself from wanting more.Despite needing to stop, especially considering this high temperature of intoxication between us, I grip her hips and pull her closer to my body as I move to relax back on the headboard.She follows me, her hips moving with me, our mouths still exploring each other. Her thighs straddle my sides as
Her Runaway Gamma 24. Unleashed.
CARAI stay mute, saying nothing to that.I feel like I am trying to play a guessing game here with Dane. A guessing game that I may never know its outcome.But something inside me wants me to push. And push, and push.Maybe I will stop if I somehow manage to settle this longing that is now growing inside me and making my heart thump so fast in my chest. A longing that is also ringing an alarm of dread inside my head.An alarm of dread to warn me that I may just end up with no answers and more confusions and questions…..“Cara?” he whispers, drawing me out of my thoughts, his eyes searching my face. When I don't respond, his hand leaves the space between us and brushes over my fingers holding tight onto my pillow, like he is trying to check if I am still fully present with him.The simple touch alone sends tingles rushing up my arm. I clutch tighter to my pillow. He notices and pulls his hand away.But I don't want him to….“Are you alright?” he asks.“Yeah I am.” I exhale, adjusting m
Her Runaway Gamma 23. If Only.
CARAA soft, sleepy groan near my ear wakes me up.I yawn, my hand covering my mouth as my eyes peel open next. Dane's sleeping face comes into view…..And I feel like my entire lungs just stopped functioning.He is lying on his side, facing me, eyes closed, his long eyelashes nestled on top of his cheeks as he continues sleeping soundly. Peacefully.Like nothing chaotic ever happened to him last night.This sight of him feels surreal and so beautiful that it causes my body to relax more into the bed.Suddenly, I am glad that I stayed back. That I didn't leave him here all alone after what happened.I continue watching him, unable to take my eyes off him. My face tingles every time he exhales, his hot breaths fanning all over my eyes and cheeks. My fingers holding onto the pillow underneath my head digs deeper into the soft foam as I try to control my own breathing.My heart is beating so fast just by staring at him like this, with the gentle rise and fall of his shoulder as he breath
Her Runaway Gamma 22. Dreamcatcher.
CARAI return.Gently, I bend and start to clean up the mess.It takes a while, but I finally get all the glass shards and the remaining unmelted pills into the trash bag.Then, I go back and retrieve the cleaning mop from the open box to use it in wiping off the pool of whiskey on the floor.The door of the bathroom opens, and I turn around. Dane comes out, fully clothed in a light sleeveless gray shirt and deep burgundy jogger pants.His hair is damp, with some water droplets falling onto his shirt from the strands. Like sugar moths helplessly drawn to sweet honey, my eyes follow the trails of the droplets.They soak their paths down and down towards his chest….“Give me the mop.” His deep voice startles me back to my senses. I tear my eyes away from him and pin them on the mopstick in my hand.Dear Selene, thank you for not letting him catch me trying to gawk at him—“Cara?” He calls again. “The mop?”Oh yeah! He told me to give him the mop….I stride towards him and hand over the
Her Runaway Gamma 21. Tempest.
CARAThe silence in the room is thick. Very thick. Almost palpable.Dane rubs his hand down his face, clearly frustrated with me.I do not bloody care.“Damn Cara,” he groans into his palm, “you just don't know when to let things go—”“No I don't!” I yell, finally fed up with him and his evasive lies. “When it comes to you, I start to think and behave like a total freak! I lose all my control! My sanity! Everything! You really know how to scare the shit out of me, and I hate it! I hate how I could not stop myself from crashing apart when I stumbled in here and saw you lying on this bloody, miserable floor! I hate you! I fucking hate you! I hate how you still make me feel so attached and so hooked up on you like some fucking parasite!”“Cara—”“Fuck you!” I know I am just rambling, but I can't seem to stop. “Fuck you Dane! because I can't believe that you just had the nerve to wave me off so casually like nothing happened in here. Am I some kind of joke to you!?“Cara you are taking t
Her Runaway Gamma 20. Questions.
CARA.The bowl fills up to the middle, and I quickly turn off the rushing water.I sniff as I wipe my tears away from my face. I need to get a grip over myself. I need to be strong now and act fast.My hands fly to the medicine cabinet, opening it. I grab the medicine kit in there. Next, I drape the white towel over my shoulder, carry the water filled bowl and the medicine kit, and then, I exit the bathroom.Immediately I enter the room, I see Dane trying to crawl his way up to the bed.“Stop. You are going to stain the sheets with your bloody mess!” My voice increases as I hurry over to him.He stops moving and groans as he relaxes back on the floor.Getting to him, I kneel by his side and keep the water bowl and the kit on a clean spot on the ground near me. I take a moment to check out his healed wounds.They are pretty closed up now, but judging from how grisly they were before, I am sure they will ache his body internally if they are not massaged with rose oil.“Stay still,” I sa
Her Runaway Gamma 19. A Groan In The Dark.
CARAA very loud noise startles me awake.I sit up straight in an instant, my body going completely still. I listen, trying to make out what the hell just disturbed my peaceful sleep.For a moment, I hear nothing.The second I choose to succumb to the idea that the sound must have been my imagination, I hear another loud crash.The noise is coming from the room next door.Dane’s room.“Seriously?” I huff in annoyance, wiping my eyes before turning to look at the low beeping digital clock on my nightstand.It is just a couple minutes past 2am in the morning!“Ugh!” I can't believe Dane is already messing with my sleep just hours after moving in here.I am really going to be so fucked up if this is any indication that my future night rests will always be meddled with.Right now, I am really tempted by my sleepy muscles to lie back on my bed, to ignore the crashes and continue enjoying my peaceful sleep.But those crashes were loud, too jarring, and they happened twice.Twice. At fucking
Her Runaway Gamma 18. Labyrinth.
DANEI also want… I also want to scream that despite how much I try to stop myself, that I still want to be close to her.Even if it is just once or twice a day.But we do not always get everything we want in life, do we?I sigh, my hands disappearing into my pockets. I am suddenly tired, weak, but I also think that my aim to distract her from crying for a while has been achieved.“I know you hate me Cara, and you have every reason to. But your dad allowed me to live here. Your mum too. I promise not to get in your way, and I will try as much as I can to stay away from you, since that is all you need from me, right?”“Absolutely.” She says back emotionlessly. And it hurts. It hurts to hear her agree so fast, so nonchalantly. Like she is really dying with the need to get rid of me.It also hurts to even think that there is an existence of the possibility of staying away from her, despite living just a door away from her.But clearly, she does not want me, and I have to keep the promise
Her Runaway Gamma 17. Salt In The Wound.
DANEI am still a fucking coward.That night two years ago. This night two years after.I am right here, standing at her door with my fist raised towards it to knock. I keep trying to connect my fist to the door, to fucking knock, but the more I hear her sobs, the harder and clearer the truth keeps hitting down on me.A truth that keeps stabbing me like a cruel knife to the chest.It is all my fault. I am the cause of the pain she is going through. And I must be really stupid to think that I can take that pain away by coming here and… and trying to know if I can….“Damn you Dane,” I curse to myself as I step away from the door and lean on the wall near it, closing my eyes.What the hell am I fucking doing? I think I am going mad. Was I expecting her to just open the door for me after I knock?Even if she does open the door, what then? What the fucking hell I am going to say?Sorry?I chuckle sadly at my miserable, stupid self. I might not even get the chance to even say that pathetic
