I can feel my ears ringing.I have been running blindly through these bushes but I can't seem to make myself stop. I know that I will be covered in bruises and thorns will make my skin their new home. I don't care though, better thorns in my flesh than these thoughts in my head. They are intrusive, taking over my whole being. What just happened in there? What did we just do? I just wanted to die, carve my heart out and end my misery. But he came, he had to stop me. I should have felt it. I should have known that there was someone beside me. "Stop it, Winter," I chide myself. Maybe it would have been different if I had chosen a different spot. I can still taste his lips on mine. The way he kissed me like he wanted me. It did not feel wrong, I wanted to melt into him too. I know that this is wrong, he should not have done that. I am just a slave, after all. If Patrick finds out, he will have my head on a platter by tomorrow. I have to stop running. My feet can't hold up any m
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