Runaway.....Catch me if you can by Brandi B. (bearly read books TXT) 📖

"You fuckin bitch!" Yes this is my life. I plan on running away. I guess I should explain why. My entire life in this godforsaken place has been hell on earth. Bullied everyday (including family), yelled and screamed at for no reason, not a day in my life I haven't been made fun of. I guess I should also tell you my name and such. That would be helpful..I guess, not like anyone cares anyway. Well my name is Jane Doe. Ironic right? I'm invisible to the world, no one knows who I am. I'm just called freak or bitch or something. Well, I have long, silky black hair to about my waist. I have vibrant green eyes. They remind me of the forest. I am 16. I am skinny, but muscular, tall, about '6"1. I am pale. Well I don't know what else you want to know, I mean really there's not much to tell. Anyway back to the present. "What did I do?!" "You left the dishes in the drainer!" Wow. Something as stupid as that bothers him. That's sad. I walked into the kitchen to see and enraged father. Grrreeeeaaat. "Why the frig are you wasting time staring at me?! Fuckin clean it up!" So I put away ALL of the dishes,and ran up to my room. As soon as I knew he wouldn't come in, I locked the door, walked over to my desk, and took out my plans. I have been planing this for months, making sure NOTHING and I mean NOTHING will fail. School has finally ended and I have graduated. Yes, I graduated High School at 16. I started school early. This means I'm home free to run away and go to college somewhere else. That is if this works. I packed a backpack with the essentials. I needed to travel light for several reasons. 1. Speed 2. Avoid suspicion 3. Father won't know anything is wrong till it's too late. I had packed all the money I had, about $450, I had packed clothes, cleaning supplies (soap, shampoo, conditioner), an extra pair of sneakers, Food, water, a coat, and weapons, just in case. I had also packed a journal for my travels, and a camera. I hadn't packed anything electronic, except my phone, which I would discard or destroy later. They could track me with that. I un locked my door at midnight and slowly crept out my window and down to the ground. Then I began to run. I took track the entire year, so I had built up speed and endurance. I had graduated this year too. Yes, I know 16, weird huh? Well I started quite early. Back to the present again. I kept running and running, till I saw a road sign that said "Welcome to North Dakota." With a wolf on it. I could rest here, father in though, towards the center of the state. I continued my run, my coach had always said "You take a break, your body won't want to keep going, so just keep moving." And so I did. Once I thought I was far enough away I slowly began to slow down. Two states away with only breaks for lunch and a picture of each sign. I saw a perfect tree to rest in, with a good size hole, and climbed up. I slowly let my body relax and fall asleep, knowing my muscles would be screaming in pain tomorrow. Oh well, have to keep going.


A man named Gabriel and his P.O.V.


"Mom! I'm going out for a walk!" "Ok hun!" I always liked walks in our North Dakota woods, nice and peaceful. "And Gabe!" "Yeah?" "I hope you find your mate soon." "Me too mom." Oh did I forget to mention that I am Alpha of my pack of werewolves. Oops. Sorry. Well I should introduce myself. My name is Gabriel Black. I am 16, have a farmers tan, bright blue eyes, black hair, '6 "7, all muscle and leader of a werewolf pack. So I started to walk in the cold, night air and heard a scream in the woods. Probably a screech owl, or some other thing, so I continued walking. I then saw up ahead, my favorite tree, with a human size hole in it was occupied. Now I was curious. I slowly crept up the tree, as to not wake the person inside it. "MATE! MATE!!!! MINE!!!! MATE!!!!" my wolf was screaming at me. I looked closely at her. She had silky black hair past her waist,skinny yet muscular, tall, about '6"1 and had a faint blush on her pale cheeks.Who is she? "Mate." No shit Sherlock now shut the fuck up! My wolf was annoying at times, which meant all the time. I tapped her gently on the shoulder, and she woke up screaming and kicking, and trying to run away. Not on my watch. I grabbed an arm around her waist, to make sure 1. she didn't fall and 2. she didn't get away. This should be fun.

Jane Doe's P.O.V.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Wait..No one should be up here....unless they found me! I am NOT going down without a fight. My eyes snapped open as I began kicking,screaming,biting and attempting to run. I felt an arm wrap around my waist and screamed louder. I heard a deep sigh as a hand covered my mouth. Shit. I decided to do the childish thing that I could think of. I bit his hand. "Ow!Shit!What the hell was that for?!" I kept squirming and struggling, trying to get away. I heard the man sigh deeply and begin tapping his fingers on the wood,almost sounding bored waiting for me to tire out, so.. I struggled more. I looked down at the muscular, tan arm holding me and saw it wasn't even trying. I grunted and struggled harder. He was still just strumming his fingers. "Are you done yet?" "Are you being an arrogant bastard?" I growled as I tried harder to get away. "I'll take that as a no." For some reason I felt a pull towards him, but ignored it. Running was all that mattered. Running and getting away. He sighed yet again. What is up with this dude and sighing?!?! "Ok, you can either come conscious or unconscious which one?" I only growled and continued struggling in response. "Alright. I hate doing this." What the hell did he mean?! I felt a needle slowly jab into my arm. "What the hell are you doing?!" I felt myself slowly loosing consciousness. "I gave you something to sleep, and stop struggling." "Ass hole" was all I said before blacking out.

Gabriel's P.O.V.

I felt her go limp and shook my head. What was up with this girl and getting away?! It's like someone lit a fire up her ass! I gingerly climbed down the tree, her in my arms and started home. Well this is one way to find your mate go strolling in the woods, get your hand bit and sedating them, yeah totally awesome. I shook my head. Can my life get any stranger? Most likely. I laughed quietly. Wonder who she is anyway? I saw my house up ahead and braced myself for my mothers onslaught of stupid and enraged questions. Parents can be so annoying. "GABRIEL BLACK WHO IS THAT?!?!?!" "Ummm...." "ANSWER ME!" "Uh....my mate?" It sounded more like a question than a statement. "YOU FOUND YOUR MATE IN THE WOODS?!" i shuffled my feet uncomfortably. "Yeah." "You...you... gahh!!!!" And she just walked away. Did anyone understand that? I think parents make up their own language sometimes. I threw her over my shoulder and ran upstairs. I cleaned off the bed (meaning dumped everything on the floor) and put her down. Then I cleaned my room, (shove everything somewhere else) made myself presentable (which means take a shower,then put on boxers and a tee and brush my teeth) and looked through her stuff. Yes I am nosy, but hey she's my mate so what right, then again she's a girl which means this wasn't a good idea. Oh well! So I continued to look through her stuff.

Jane's P.O.V.

*Dream*

*I sat there on a wall swinging my legs back and forth as I saw him trying to reach me, but chained to a wall. I giggled. Did I do that? I giggle again. Then I sang my rhyme "Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses, And all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again!" I giggled one last time as I fell. I couldn't be put back together again.*

I shot up in bed sweating and scared. Then I was mad, because I remembered yesterday and saw the dude snooping in my stuff. Bad idea. I walked over, punched him in the face, grabbed hold of my bag and tried to run. Didn't work. I ended up on the bed again, his massive weight holding me down. Great, just fucking great!"Get your fat ass off me!" I began to struggle and try to worm away until I felt something poke me. I blushed and looked away. He blushed as well and got off. Instead, little prison bars fell around the bed. WHAT THE HELL?! Is this dude some effing cyco killer?! "Now I know this looks bad..." "You think?!" I screeched interrupting him,which didn't seem to phase him and he continued. "But I'll explain everything." "YOU HAVE BETTER HAVE A REALLY GOOD EXPLANATION FOR THIS DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Umm....I ummm... I'm a werewolf." "YOUR WHAT?!" "A werewolf?" It was more like a question. Now I was really freaking out. I had to get away and there's some ass hole that thinks he's a werewolf holding me. Great! "You need some serious help dude!" My eyes darted all over the room looking for an escape. I saw a window, but I was still inside the bars. He seemed angry now. "I do not!" "Yeah you do! If you think your some fucking mythical creature you need help!" He growled and lunged towards the cage. I yelped and jumped back, hitting the steel bars on the other side. I felt an extreme pain in my side and groaned as I looked over. I had a large gash now in my side that was bleeding quite a lot. The man, whom I still didn't know, now had a panicked and pained look on his face and repeatedly said sorry, over and over again. I rolled my eyes, placed my hand firmly on the wound, ignoring the pain, and began to rip his, clean white bed sheets. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" "Shut the fuck up now. This is your fault." If looks could kill he'd be incinerated and then some. Once I had a good, long, thick strip, I began to wrap it around my torso tightly. I then tied a knot with the end of it once I was done, but the sheets were slowly turning red. I laughed, and laughed and laughed like a maniac. I looked directly at him with a fake pout and said "Now look what you did." and went into fits of laughter again. Guess that's what happens when you know your gunna die. He stared at me blankly and then began to move so fast I couldn't see him. I laughed lightly, laid back on the bed and slowly fell asleep. Let life and death do what it wants with me.