Page 112 of Unwritten Rules

?Chapter 28

Fallon

We split up again.

And again.

And again.

Getting out of this fucking maze was a nightmare.

My phone buzzed.

Kelly: I found the end!!!

“Score!” I said.

“Score, indeed,” a voice said from behind me.

I looked up, a large imposing figure before me. I typed an SOS and hit send before clicking my screen off and backing away to run, hoping I could remember which split Kelly ran off into.

He laughed a deep, wicked laugh that made me want to vomit. “Now, now, little girl. Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m leaving the maze,” I whispered back, slowly continuing to back away from him.

His legs were longer and caught up to me quickly, grabbing me by the hair. “You aren’t going anywhere.” His features were dark, almost black with a soulless expression.

I let out a small yelp in pain from him gripping my hair. “Let go.”

“No, you keep escaping my grip and I don’t care to give chase any longer.”

He kept hold of my hair and planted his mouth onto mine, forcing a grossly wet kiss on me. It wasn’t like anything else I’d experienced; it felt all wrong. He forced his tongue into my mouth, letting it flop around like a dying fish.

Pushing on his chest, I tried to force him away from me. No dice; he outweighed me by a good seventy or more pounds.

Forcing me to step backwards, my back connected with a pole of sorts, trapping me between a literal rock and a hard place. “Stop it,” I tried to wiggle away from him to run.

He gripped me even harder, digging his fingers into my skin. “No chance, sweetheart. You’re mine. Didn’t I tell you that?” He lifted my shirt, exposing my stomach. “Look how soft your skin is. I can’t wait to dig in,” he growled.

God, I hoped Kelly would be looking for me.Did my text even send?

“Get off of me, Alexander,” I said, smacking at his hands. What good that would do, I didn’t know. I had to try something, anything.

“You keep slipping away from me. It hurts my feelings,” he breathed against my neck, his voice low and chilling. Before I could react, his teeth sank into my skin. “We’re meant to be together, baby girl.”

“Ow! Get OFF!” I stamped on his foot, getting him to release me from his grip, and bolted holding onto my neck where he bit me. I couldn’t tell if it was saliva or blood on my fingers and I didn’t care to find out.

I heard his heavy footsteps pounding on the ground behind me, getting closer with each second I tried to run. I was too short to outrun him.

Turning each corner I met, I kept going until I hit a dead end.Well, time to go through, I thought while pushing through the corn, the stalks scratching at my arms and face as I pushed through. The stalks sounded so loud as I pressed through them and out into the other side, leaping back into a sprint.

Hoping I was getting toward the end, I chanced to look back but ran headfirst into a hard body. “Oh God, so sorry,” I muttered, trying to sidestep and continue running, still holding my neck like I was preventing myself from bleeding out.

“Jesus Christ, Blondie.”

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