I jumped on the couch with a smile on my face.
I laughed as the chase continued.
I waited on baited breath.
I knew what was coming.
It's that anticipation of watching someone fall but catch themselves at the last minute.
I played a dangerous game.
Here is was hunted.
At home I was a memory. A painful reminder.
But here in the blurred lines of care, lust, and control. I was someones.
I was hunted.
Two shots of hot speedy bbs hit my legs.
I'd been caught.
I held my leg and his cousin asked if I was ok. He did not notice me flinch as he touched my arm where the hunter carved his nickname in my skin.
I brushed away my tears.
Prey, do not cry. They either escape, or die.
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