John____The tiny grasses in that bush had caused a lot of wounds on my feet and its sole. As I ran with all energy I could presently build, my abdomen and chest region held a choking pain. The friction between the asphalt and my feet was an enormous one. Bruises were on my face, arms and shoulders, while wounds mirrored on my feet, legs and hands. But, in all, what was this pain compared to the pain I'd face if anything had to happen to my family?The sky was dark. Really dark. When I had taken a look at the wall clock in the building I had been captured, it was almost midnight. Above my head, stood the tall palm trees my wife and I loved to view every year we visited this place. Right now, the only bright thing was the fulll moon. It gleamed on the road, serving as an illuminant to direct my path. A path that led to the hut my wife and daughter was. "Helen, Renee," I muttered underneath my breath, trying to remain strong. Those people were the ones that could give me the strength

Renee_____ The sun that passed through the small opening of the curtain, teased my eyes, slowly pulling me from my fantasy. My dream. I heard the faint sound of something. And the sound mixing with the disturbing sun, was definitely a great inconvenience to my sleep.  Ah, shit, Bella must have forgotten to lock the windows properly. What did she ever do right? Woah, that wasn't the important thing. The important thing was, what was that faint sound?  Oh, no! The alarm! Conscious, I tossed the pillow that was over my ear, sat up straight. Moving my eyes to the bedside alarm, I gasped. It was eight already! My class was in only thirty minutes! Frowning, I leaped from my bed, hurried to Bella's.  "Sleepy head!" I tapped her arm. She moved lazily on the bed, ignored me, only throwing a pillow over her head. Was I surprised by that? Definite

I sat by the selling counter, waiting for another customer to approach me. Well, since it was Monday, I didn't expect many customers to come to this store. This place was usually boring, so it was the exact reason I preferred to work at the club. But, well, I couldn't work at the club always. I was only a part-time bartender there.  I took my phone to check what time it was. Seeing it was eight already, I dropped my forehead on the counter. I had an hour left before leaving here, and I had hardly gotten five customers. That meant I wouldn't get so much commission for today's work. So annoying.  "Hey?" Hearing that thick voice, I raised my head immediately, glad that I had another customer. But, seeing this dude who had been disturbing me for a couple of days, I hissed. Seriously? "Oh. You." There was a bit of disappointment in my tone.  He smiled, the blue color of his eyes glinting mo

"You smell like a rose." Sean played his nose through the skin of my neck, up to my hair, as we sat on the beach sand.  Staring up at the Azure sky of the evening, I giggled at the feeling of his warm breath against my skin. He cupped his arms around me, pulled my back closer to his torso, although there was hardly any inch left between us. Leaning closer to my neck, he kissed it.  "I miss your tiny body. I love you." His naked chest locked to my back, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.  "I love you too." My reply came out in a whisper. Since I was wearing a singlet, his lips could also make contact with the skin of my shoulder. He kissed my body passionately. Very passionately. And at this moment, I decided to enjoy his touch.  I shut my eyes, inhaled the cool air that surrounded us. A low gasp left my lips when his hands moved to my waist, and before my body could react furt

I continued to gasp for air, but the middle aged man only stared blankly at me. I couldn't even tell what he would do next.  Slowly, the corner of his lips formed a small smile. A smile that was almost like a smirk. And then, he released his grip against my arm.  "Hi, Miss?" He stepped backwards, putting his hands into the pocket of his trousers.  My eyes were still widened, fear swaying through me. I was particularly dreaded because of the way mom had cried over the phone. What made her do that?  "Who're you? What do you want?" I demanded.  He chuckled, and muttered something I wasn't sure I had heard. Something like “mother-daughter”.  "You haven't answered me yet." I managed to remain dauntless, trying as hard as possible to catch my breath.  He smiled. But, although his smile loo