♥ Chloe ♥
The forest swallowed every sound but my breath and his bullets. He was close. Too close. The last shot had torn through the trees, splitting bark just inches from my head. The one before that had grazed my arm. A hot, searing pain now pulsing with every beat of my heart. Blood ran down to my elbow, warm and wet, dripping onto the leaves beneath me. My sweater was soaked with blood and sweat. And Michael’s voice echoed through the woods like a sick lullaby.
“If I can’t have you, no one else can!” he called out, and then, another gunshot. I flinched but kept running. He missed me, but I swear I heard the bullet swoosh past me. “You played me, Chloe! You deserve to die!”
“f**k,” I muttered as I ducked behind a thick trunk. My heart pounded against my ribs so loudly it felt like a
