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I lit a cigarette as I stood in the dark, pouring rain. I was standing under an overhang, covered in fallen trees and beaten shrubs, in Chastity Glen. I watched the rain fall in front of me as I puffed on my cigarette. I was soaked and freezing cold. I'd been running from home for four days. I had nothing, but, my shoes, the clothes on my back, a lighter, and a few packs of cigarettes. I got food from my friends, when I stopped by their houses. I jerked my head to the side to get my hair out of my face. That made me think of all the people who wanted to have hair like mine. Blonde, curly, bouncy, it was supposedly perfect.

I sighed and dropped my cigarette into the water. I watched it float away in the never-ending stream. I took a deep breath and ran with the water, as fast as I could. At that moment, I didn't care where I was going. I just wanted to get ads far away from my family as possible.

You might be wondering what they had done that was so horrible. Not much at all. They pressured me to do what I couldn't do and expected me to be someone I couldn't be. I got so tired of it I left. I could only take some much of it.

I ran for at least five minutes, with mud and water splashing everywhere. The trees looked like the shadows that give small children nightmares. I suddenly tripped and heard someone cry out, as I fell and hit the ground. I scrambled a few feet away and looked, wide-eyed, for the person I tripped over. The rain was so heavy. I couldn't see.

I gathered ever bit of courage I had and slowly moved toward the place where I tripped. I kept moving closer, but, I couldn't see anyone. I slipped a few times, but, it didn't matter. I was already soaked and covered in mud.

Finally, I could see the out line of a body. They were sitting on the ground and it looked like they were holding their foot. The person didn't notice me, so I kept getting closer. I was only a foot or so away when he realized I was there.

He must've been a year or two older than me. He had semi-long brown hair. I couldn't see his eyes, because it was so dark. His hair also fell in his face. He moved his head to look at me, so suddenly, I froze in my place. We stared at each other for a moment. He had a cut across his right cheek. I looked at his foot, then back at him. *quot;What's wrong with your foot?*quot; I asked. For the first time, I seemed to sound innocent.

koHAkutora2366: *quot;I fell and sprained my ankle.*quot; he answered. He had a low voice. It wasn't really low, but, I could tell he was passed puberty.

*quot;Do you want some help?*quot;

*quot;No.*quot;

*quot;You sure?*quot;

*quot;N-yes.*quot;

I moved quickly to his foot, so he couldn't move it away. I lifted it up gently and took a good look at it. He'd sprained it pretty badly. I didn't think he would've been able to walk. I wondered how long he'd been sitting there.

*quot;You haven't been able to walk, have you?*quot; I asked, gingerly.

*quot;Not really.*quot; he replied.

I stared at him for a moment. He was beautiful. He was bleeding and covered in mud, but, he was still beautiful. I leaned toward him and kissed the cut on his cheek. He flinched and I jumped back. I kept looking at him, as I wiped the blood from my lips.

*quot;What was that for?*quot; he spat.

*quot;I, ah, I don't know.*quot; I stammered and blushed a little.

We stared at each other again. I wondered what he was thinking about. I hoped he admired me as I did him. He took a deep breath. He looked away from me then into my eyes. At least, I think he was trying to look into them, despite the darkness. He suddenly broke the silence, illegal bahis *quot;Why are you out here?*quot;

*quot;I, um. Well, I'm running.*quot; I explained.

*quot;Why?*quot; he interrogated.

*quot;I can't stand my family anymore.*quot; I answered. I was starting to get nervous.

*quot;What's your name?*quot;

*quot;Does it matter?*quot;

*quot;I guess not.*quot;

*quot;Angel.*quot; I said after a moment or two.

*quot;Angel?*quot;

*quot;Yes, Angel. That's my name.

*quot;Your parents actually named you 'angel'?*quot;

*quot;Yes, is that a problem?*quot;

*quot;No. I just never met a girl named Angel who would run away.*quot;

*quot;Oh.*quot;

We sat there silently for several minutes. We didn't even move. The only noise was the rain pouring down on both of us. *quot;What's your name?*quot; I asked.

*quot;Shane.*quot;

*quot;Well, Shane, are you sure you don't want any help?*quot;

*quot;I guess you could help me.*quot;

*quot;Then com'on! I'm soaked and dirty and I don't like it!*quot; I laughed and he let out a little chuckle. I held my hand out to him and he took it. I pulled his arm around my shoulders, so he could lean on me. We walked slowly, following the water. I asked if he smoked and he said yes. I offered him a cigarette and he said to wait till we found somewhere, where the rain wouldn't get all over the lighter.

We walked for about 30 minutes, till I finally saw the backyard of my friend, Tasha's house. We slowly and carefully climbed the hill. That took us about ten or fifteen minutes. We walked to her window and I looked inside. It looked like she was doing some homework. I knocked lightly on the window, and she jumped. She walked to the window, wide-eyed. She slowly and quietly opened it.

*quot;Angel! What are you doing here?*quot; she whispered.

*quot;I need some help Tasha. So does he.*quot; I looked at Shane.

*quot;Okay, hurry up.*quot; she said as she opened the window the rest of the way.

Shane and I climbed in her room and looked around, as Tasha closed the window. Mud and water was dripping from our bodies onto the carpet. She said she would be back in a minute, then left the room. She came back with some of her brother's clothes. She told Shane to go in her closet and change clothes. She had a huge walk-in closet. When he came out, she threw a towel in his face and giggled. She dragged me in her closet and picked out an outfit for me. When I was dressed, she got me a towel.

Tasha plopped down on her bed and pulled us down on either side of her. *quot;So, what's this guy's name?*quot; she asked eagerly. He didn't say anything, just rolled over on his side and lay down. We both watched him for a moment. Besides breathing, he didn't move. *quot;Shane?*quot; I whispered. I said it to get his attention, but he still didn't move. *quot;Shane? Is that his name?*quot; Tasha asked as she moved her straight chocolate brown hair away from her sapphire eyes. I nodded. *quot;Shane, do you wanna go to sleep?*quot; Tasha asked. He still didn't move or say anything.

*quot;Shane, why won't you talk?*quot; I asked impatienly.

He rolled over on his side and looked at me. *quot;Sorry, I'm really tired and my mouth hurts.*quot; he explained, apologetically.

Tasha and I looked at each other then stood up. *quot;Shane, will you get up for a second?*quot; I asked. He nodded and got up. I pulled the covers back and told him to lay down. He did as I said and I pulled the covers over him. I bent over, *quot;Sweet dreams, Shane.*quot; I whispered, then turned around. Tasha and I sat on the floor and talked for a while.

After a couple hours my foot fell asleep. I got up and sat on the bed. I stretched my leg and moved my foot around. *quot;God, Tasha I'm tired. Where are we illegal bahis siteleri gonna sleep?*quot; I asked. She looked at me with this strange look that told me she was thinking about it. We both looked around the room at random things and places, thinking about where we could sleep.

*quot;You'll have to sleep on the bed with him. I can sleep on the couch up-stairs and say I fell asleep watching a movie. Is that okay? 'Cause you can't go anywhere else, Angel. I'm sorry, I just can't let my parents see you.*quot; She said.

*quot;It's okay. I can sleep here for one night.*quot; I said softly as I started laying down. I paused for a moment and looked at Shane. He was talking in his sleep. *quot;Mmm...Yeh babe...*quot; was all I could make out. I giggled and laid down. He suddenly put his arm around me. My eyes got wide and I looked at Tasha. All she did was say *quot;Awe, you guys are so cute!*quot; in her high pitched, bubbly voice.

Shane's hand moved slowly up to my breast. I was somewhat uncomfortable, but I liked the feeling of his warm hand there. I knew what Tasha would do if I didn't do something, so I rolled over and looked at him. He was so beautiful. His high cheek bones prompt his face and his wet hair fell in random locks. I shook his shoulder, *quot;Shane, Shane...*quot; I repeated over and over again until he opened his eyes.

He jumped, *quot;What? Angel, what do you want?*quot; he asked with an irretated tone.

*quot;Your hand was on my breast.*quot; I said.

*quot;What?*quot; he said louder, although he knew what I said.

*quot;Yeah,*quot; I put his hand on my breast again, *quot;it was right here.*quot; I said.

Shane didn't move his hand, but probed my eyes. His eyes were hazel. A mix between brown, gold and green. I moved his hand away slowly, still looking into his eyes. Tasha yawned and said she was going to go to bed. She got up and left, closing the door behind her.

I rolled over on my stomach and Shane laid on his back. We talked about why we were running away. Turns out he was heading to his grandparents' house. I told him I wasn't sure where I was going. He fell asleep shortly after that. I couldn't fall asleep, so I watched him as he slept.

I closed my eyes and relaxed a little. I suddenly felt a hand, under my shirt, lightly going up and down my back. I shivered and opened my eyes.

*quot;You didn't really think I was asleep, did you?*quot; he asked, laughing a little.

*quot;Yeah, I did.*quot; I said.

He pulled the covers down and pushed my shirt up.

*quot;Take it off.*quot; he ordered and I did.

I lay there on my stomach as he ran his hands ever so lightly over my back. His hands were rough to touch, but, were very gentle. He leaned down and kissed my back in between my shoulder blades. He moved my hair out of the way and kissed my neck softly. I moaned quietly, despite myself. He smiled and bit my neck tenderly, causing me to moan a little louder.

I rolled over to look at him, my breasts completely exposed. He glanced at my chest, then looked at me. He leaned down, pressing his body against mine. He kissed me passionately, then stopped and looked at me again.

*quot;Shane, why are you doing this?*quot; I inquired.

*quot;Sorry, do you want me to stop?*quot;he asked in response.

I stared at him. The last thing I wanted was, for him to stop. I put my arms around him and pulled him down gently. *quot;No, I don't.*quot; I said. He smiled and sat up. He started kissing my neck and making me moan again. He slowly started moving down. He went to my chest, to a nipple, to my stomach, then stopped and unbuttoned the jeans I was borrowing from Tasha. He slowly pulled canlı bahis siteleri them down and off. I had the weirdest feeling in my stomach. It was like butterflies or stage fright.

He kissed me, hard, but, passionately and I kissed him back. He moved his hands lightly, all over my body. He laid down on top of me and I felt his hardness press against my stomach, as he continued to kiss me. He kissed my neck and moved down again. This time he stopped at my hips and took my wet panties off. He, then, kissed my thighs and hips and I opened my legs. I gasped and grabbed the sheets as he played and explored with his tongue.

He stopped and laid upon me again. I looked at him, slightly dazed. He grinned and kissed me again. I felt his hardness on my stomach again, only, this time, it felt almost like a stone. He got up and took off the shirt Tasha had gotten him. I touched his skin gingerly. His skin was so soft and warm, he didn't seem real. So perfectly sculpted and strong, but, gentle. I ran my finger tips over his neck down to his hips.

He pulled the jeans and boxers off. He laid down on his back, next to me. He pulled me on top of him gently. I slowly guided him into me with a gasp and a moan. A small sound came from his throat and I smiled. I started moving slowly, feeling him inside me. I dug my nails slightly into his chest. He had his hands on my hips and was pulling me down. He suddenly rolled over on top of me.

*quot;Shane! Oh my god, Shane!*quot; I repeated as he starting to speed up. I started meeting his thrusts. I scratched his back and bit his neck, but, that only made him thrust harder and faster, making me moan louder and scratch harder. He lifted my hips off the bed with his hands and thrust even harder, but, slowed the pace a little. He started to come out of me then put his hand over my mouth as he slammed against me. I screamed into his hand and arched my back. I scratched his back so hard that I knew, as soon as I heard him moan, I'd cut him. He slammed against me a few more times then collasped on top of me.

He lay, gasping for breath, with his head on my breasts. I touched his back tenderly and felt blood all over. I apologized, but, he told me not to, that he liked it. He kissed my face all over. I brushed his hair to the side with my hand and carressed his face. We fell asleep there.

Tasha woke me up in the morning, Shane was gone. I jumped up and looked all around the room for him. I got dressed and told Tasha thanks for letting me stay,but I had to go. I ran to Alabama and stayed with some one I'd met online. His name was Glenn. He was tall and muscular. His dark brown hair hung down in his face and he had velvety brown eyes. I lived with him and his aunt and uncle. He held me close every night. He made love to me and made me feel like I was in heaven.

A few years later, every one in my family thought I was dead. Shane somhow found out where I was. He sent me a letter telling me he told the police he saw my body floating down a stream durring the storm that night. He also said he loved me, but, he wanted to keep me safe. He was sent ack to live with his parents, but, ran away again and made it to his grandparents' house. There he met a young woman, and married her. They had a daughter and were happy together.

A few months after that, Glenn and I moved into an appartment. I wrote back to Shane telling him I had gotten engaged. A year after Glenn and I got married, we had a child. We named him Curtis, after one of my best guy-friends. Two years and 7 months later to the date, we had twins, Lindsey and Jacqui, also named after some of my best friends.

I never heard from Shane again, nor, did I hear about him. I figured his wife didn't want us to have contact. I assume he lived with her happily till the end of his days, as I did with Glenn.