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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,594
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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On The Run
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are mine.
Summary: Naomi Lewis, a young, expectant mother, witnesses a terrible crime. The murderer is hot on her trail. In a chance encounter, she meets Grey Holmes, a graphic novelist who she has to depend on to save her life. Everything is at stake.
Warnings: m/f, preg, angst, death, lemon, some violence, suspense, but romance too :)
** Asterisks indicate thoughts
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Chapter One
Naomi Lewis held the shopping basket in her hands, filling it with grocery items. Her stepmother, God help her, thought it would be a good idea to come up and visit her this weekend. Naomi could only think of one reason why the disdainful woman was coming for a visit – she thought that poor little Naomi needed help. Naomi tried not to sneer at the cartoon of milk. One icy glare, and she was sure that the cartoon would explode. Now, if she only had that power with her stepmother…
She walked between the aisles in the small convenience store, picking up various items. Naomi was quite aware that she was eating for two, rubbing her pregnant belly lovingly. She was six months along, and feeling it. Tiny by nature, she was not completely accustomed to being so big around her midsection. Every now and then, she would feel an internal kick, as if baby was saying, ‘it’s for a good reason, ya know’.
Six months ago her life changed drastically, for better and for worse. She didn’t feel the worse part so much anymore, though occasionally she would be overcome with hate for the man who made her pregnant.
They had been dating at the time Sunshine was conceived. It was a sort of loving relationship, though based mostly on sex. One condom breaking was enough to turn things around. As soon as she told her boyfriend she was pregnant, he was out of there. It took some time to get over the grief from that, but she was a strong, independent woman. She had a good job. She could support herself, and Sunshine too.
Naomi came to realize, after the first three months of being pregnant, that by forcing her boyfriend to stick around and be a decent father for her baby would be the wrong thing to do. Not for him, of course. She didn’t give a shit about his feelings. She was thinking in the best interest of her child. No use keeping the father around if he wasn’t going to show his child love, warmth, and affection. When she figured this out, it put her heart at ease. Better to have no father than one that doesn’t care. She would survive. She was only 25. There would be another man for her, in time.
Seeing the can of beans that she had on her list, Naomi leaned down to pick them up, not knowing that by concealing herself behind the shelf, she had saved her own life.
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Randy Hudson pulled the gun out from the glove compartment of his car, and hid it in the inside pocket of his jacket. He had parked the car a little out of ways from the lone convenience store on the old highway. That wasn’t a problem though. There were hardly any travelers on this stretch of road, and when he was done in the store, there wouldn’t be any witnesses.
Getting out of his car, he walked towards the store, a crazed look in his bulging eyes. He had a task to do, and he was focused completely on that. From the cars in the parking lot, he judged that there weren’t many people shopping that foggy afternoon. Not a problem at all. Less people meant less bullets. Entering the store, he shot the first two customers in the head before turning towards the cashier. He pointed a gun at him, and the cashier raised his hands, trembling in fear.
“Please, take anything you want! Don’t kill me, please!”
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Naomi leaned down to grab the can of beans, the shelf effectively hiding her as the murderous man entered the store and fired off two shots. Naomi was halted in her tracks, frozen crouched behind the shelf. She listened to the store owner beg for his life.
“Don’t kill me, please!” The store owner said, his voice quivering. A few other customers were crouched on the ground as well, hands covering their heads in terror. The man just laughed, shooting the cashier at close range. The customers in the store screamed. Naomi had to bite back one of her own. The man turned and shot the customers, one by one. Naomi wondered, shaking, when it would be her turn. Her blood ran cold every time the man peeled off another shot, her hands turning clammy and sweaty as he picked off the customers, one by one. She felt like vomiting.
After a while, the gunshots ceased. Naomi wondered if he would walk through the store. She had stayed as quiet as possible, and hoped that he would leave. She heard heavy boots near the cash register, heart sinking when she realized he was heading towards her aisle. She clutched her basket to her chest, not even registering she was still holding it.
*Oh my God, when he sees me he’s going to kill me* She thought, too terrified to cry.
A tiny kick in her gut gave her hope, even as the man drew closer to where she was hiding. She felt like Sunshine was saying, ‘If you don’t want to get caught, then move!’. She looked around frantically.
*But move where?*
He was closer now. A few more steps and he would be able to look down her aisle. The only saving grace was that he was at the other end of the building, and she was at the far end of the aisle. As he drew closer, Naomi tried to move as stealthily as possible to the end of the row, to hide at the very end of the aisle. The shelves were thick enough that if she stayed perfectly still, it would look like no one was there.
She held her breath as he stood at the end of the aisle. Seconds felt like hours. Eventually, he began to move towards the door that he had entered, and Naomi slipped back into her original hiding place, lest he turn around and see her hunkered down at the end of the aisle.
He did leave, Naomi sneaking peak as he left the building. She tried to commit his face to memory, so she could give the police an accurate report later. Naomi sat on the tiled ground, trying to control her heavy breathing. She didn’t want to start crying, in case he decided to come back and make one more round of the store. He would definitely find her if she was making too much noise.
The lights in the store cut out, and Naomi had to stop herself from screaming out loud. He had cut the power to the building, though she couldn’t understand why. After waiting for what seemed like half an hour, Naomi stood and made her way to the front of the store, the stench of blood becoming more powerful each step she took. She had to swallow to keep the bile in her throat from coming up. She set the basket on the counter and tried not to look at the bodies littering the ground. With a shaky hand, she lifted the telephone off the receiver and held it to her ear.
No dial tone.
Naomi, even in her shocky state, couldn’t understand why the man would take the effort to cut the electricity and the phone line, even after he had killed everyone. Was it to keep the people who would eventually discover the murder site from contacting police? Did he hope it would buy him time to get farther away? She didn’t know.
With tears threatening to spill, Naomi left the store in a hurry and raced towards her car, wanting to get away from the place and close to a town, where she could call for help.
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Randy sat out on the hood of his car, pleased with his work. He had spared the people a great deal of pain, by killing them swiftly. If they only knew, it could have been so much worse for them. He laughed maniacally. He was full of glee. Opening his car door, he was stepping in just as he noticed a car light up in the parking lot and take off farther down the road.
“Shit!” He yelled. There had been a survivor. Somehow, they had slipped by him. He didn’t know how that was possible, but he wasn’t going to just sit there and wonder. Jumping into his car, he started it up and chased after the vehicle farther down the road.
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The car tailing her did not go unnoticed by Naomi. With a knot in her throat, she knew that it could only be one person. The kicking in her belly became anxious, to go along with her feelings. She knew that she was causing her baby distress, but she couldn’t calm herself down. She hadn’t waited in the store long enough, and he had seen her leave. Her hands were shaking on the steering wheel. She gripped it as hard as she could, knuckles turning white. She would not let that damned crazy man catch her, no matter what. He wasn’t going to take away her life, and the life of her unborn child.
“You bastard.” She whimpered, the tears starting to fall. How could she go from worrying about what her stepmother was going to say to her to being chased by a murderer? Life had been cruel enough, and now it had gotten so much worse.
Naomi rounded a tight corner on the highway, and lost control of her vehicle. There was a car in the opposite lane, heading in her direction. She screamed as she hit them, the steering wheel whipping violently out of her grasp. The seatbelt jerked her back into the seat painfully, and the sound of metal scraping against metal was deafening. Naomi cried out as both vehicles went smashing into the guardrail, thoughts of the car trailing her completely out of her mind. She had gone numb, and it finally registered that both cars had stopped.
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Grey Holmes drove in his rusty old Toyota down the old highway. He was whistling along with the radio, pleased at the news he had just received via cell phone. The publishers had finally agreed to pick up his latest graphic novel, one that he was sure would bring in more money than the rest. The latest one was his pride and joy, filled with entertaining characters and an interesting plot. He imagined the fan following growing as soon as it was published and sold in comic book stores. It would be his greatest endeavor.
Rounding a corner, he swore. Further up the road, it looked like a car accident had just occurred. A young man, probably still a teenager, looked frazzled and was standing at the driver’s side window of the other car. He didn’t look hurt, but he was obviously distressed and on the verge of tears. Grey pulled up behind his car and stepped out, coming towards the teenager.
“Are you hurt?” Grey asked, scanning the boy. The lad shook his head, and the tears were starting to come.
“She came around the corner and hit me. She’s unconscious. She’s pregnant too.”
“Jesus.” Grey hurried to the woman’s car. She did not appear to have any visible injuries, but Grey had heard that women often miscarried if they were in a car accident. He didn’t know how forceful the impact was, and if the pull on the seatbelt across her hips would be enough to injure her baby.
Grey passed the teenager his cell phone.
“Call 911. Tell them our location, anything that you know about the accident.” The kid nodded, and dialed the number. He talked to the emergency operator, trying his best to keep his composure. Grey opened the driver’s side door and undid the woman’s seatbelt. She began to stir.
“Miss, are you alright?” Grey was concerned for her. She was a ghastly shade of white, and looked to be in shock. She opened her eyes, blinking at him. Realizing where she was, she checked her rearview mirror, panicking.
“You have to help me.” She said, voice trembling. Grey took her trembling hands in his. Her fingers were ice cold.
“That’s what I’m trying to do, miss.” She shook her head.
“No, you don’t understand. There was a man following me. I was in the convenience store just up this road, and a man came in, came in and shot everyone! I was hiding behind one of the aisles, but he must have seen me leave after. He was chasing me.” Her voice quivered and
her body shook, but she spoke with amazing clarity. Grey looked up the road. He didn’t see a car there.
“Whoa!” Grey said as the woman slumped forward, falling unconscious. The teen ran up to assist him.
“They said an ambulance should be here within ten minutes.” The kid said. Grey knew there was a city just up the road, but he wondered if the ambulance would get the woman there in time. He wasn’t sure if she had lost the baby already.
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A/N: Please review, I always love hearing what you have to say. More to come soon, so don't fret. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it! :)
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Summary: Naomi Lewis, a young, expectant mother, witnesses a terrible crime. The murderer is hot on her trail. In a chance encounter, she meets Grey Holmes, a graphic novelist who she has to depend on to save her life. Everything is at stake.
Warnings: m/f, preg, angst, death, lemon, some violence, suspense, but romance too :)
** Asterisks indicate thoughts
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Naomi Lewis held the shopping basket in her hands, filling it with grocery items. Her stepmother, God help her, thought it would be a good idea to come up and visit her this weekend. Naomi could only think of one reason why the disdainful woman was coming for a visit – she thought that poor little Naomi needed help. Naomi tried not to sneer at the cartoon of milk. One icy glare, and she was sure that the cartoon would explode. Now, if she only had that power with her stepmother…
She walked between the aisles in the small convenience store, picking up various items. Naomi was quite aware that she was eating for two, rubbing her pregnant belly lovingly. She was six months along, and feeling it. Tiny by nature, she was not completely accustomed to being so big around her midsection. Every now and then, she would feel an internal kick, as if baby was saying, ‘it’s for a good reason, ya know’.
Six months ago her life changed drastically, for better and for worse. She didn’t feel the worse part so much anymore, though occasionally she would be overcome with hate for the man who made her pregnant.
They had been dating at the time Sunshine was conceived. It was a sort of loving relationship, though based mostly on sex. One condom breaking was enough to turn things around. As soon as she told her boyfriend she was pregnant, he was out of there. It took some time to get over the grief from that, but she was a strong, independent woman. She had a good job. She could support herself, and Sunshine too.
Naomi came to realize, after the first three months of being pregnant, that by forcing her boyfriend to stick around and be a decent father for her baby would be the wrong thing to do. Not for him, of course. She didn’t give a shit about his feelings. She was thinking in the best interest of her child. No use keeping the father around if he wasn’t going to show his child love, warmth, and affection. When she figured this out, it put her heart at ease. Better to have no father than one that doesn’t care. She would survive. She was only 25. There would be another man for her, in time.
Seeing the can of beans that she had on her list, Naomi leaned down to pick them up, not knowing that by concealing herself behind the shelf, she had saved her own life.
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Randy Hudson pulled the gun out from the glove compartment of his car, and hid it in the inside pocket of his jacket. He had parked the car a little out of ways from the lone convenience store on the old highway. That wasn’t a problem though. There were hardly any travelers on this stretch of road, and when he was done in the store, there wouldn’t be any witnesses.
Getting out of his car, he walked towards the store, a crazed look in his bulging eyes. He had a task to do, and he was focused completely on that. From the cars in the parking lot, he judged that there weren’t many people shopping that foggy afternoon. Not a problem at all. Less people meant less bullets. Entering the store, he shot the first two customers in the head before turning towards the cashier. He pointed a gun at him, and the cashier raised his hands, trembling in fear.
“Please, take anything you want! Don’t kill me, please!”
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Naomi leaned down to grab the can of beans, the shelf effectively hiding her as the murderous man entered the store and fired off two shots. Naomi was halted in her tracks, frozen crouched behind the shelf. She listened to the store owner beg for his life.
“Don’t kill me, please!” The store owner said, his voice quivering. A few other customers were crouched on the ground as well, hands covering their heads in terror. The man just laughed, shooting the cashier at close range. The customers in the store screamed. Naomi had to bite back one of her own. The man turned and shot the customers, one by one. Naomi wondered, shaking, when it would be her turn. Her blood ran cold every time the man peeled off another shot, her hands turning clammy and sweaty as he picked off the customers, one by one. She felt like vomiting.
After a while, the gunshots ceased. Naomi wondered if he would walk through the store. She had stayed as quiet as possible, and hoped that he would leave. She heard heavy boots near the cash register, heart sinking when she realized he was heading towards her aisle. She clutched her basket to her chest, not even registering she was still holding it.
*Oh my God, when he sees me he’s going to kill me* She thought, too terrified to cry.
A tiny kick in her gut gave her hope, even as the man drew closer to where she was hiding. She felt like Sunshine was saying, ‘If you don’t want to get caught, then move!’. She looked around frantically.
*But move where?*
He was closer now. A few more steps and he would be able to look down her aisle. The only saving grace was that he was at the other end of the building, and she was at the far end of the aisle. As he drew closer, Naomi tried to move as stealthily as possible to the end of the row, to hide at the very end of the aisle. The shelves were thick enough that if she stayed perfectly still, it would look like no one was there.
She held her breath as he stood at the end of the aisle. Seconds felt like hours. Eventually, he began to move towards the door that he had entered, and Naomi slipped back into her original hiding place, lest he turn around and see her hunkered down at the end of the aisle.
He did leave, Naomi sneaking peak as he left the building. She tried to commit his face to memory, so she could give the police an accurate report later. Naomi sat on the tiled ground, trying to control her heavy breathing. She didn’t want to start crying, in case he decided to come back and make one more round of the store. He would definitely find her if she was making too much noise.
The lights in the store cut out, and Naomi had to stop herself from screaming out loud. He had cut the power to the building, though she couldn’t understand why. After waiting for what seemed like half an hour, Naomi stood and made her way to the front of the store, the stench of blood becoming more powerful each step she took. She had to swallow to keep the bile in her throat from coming up. She set the basket on the counter and tried not to look at the bodies littering the ground. With a shaky hand, she lifted the telephone off the receiver and held it to her ear.
No dial tone.
Naomi, even in her shocky state, couldn’t understand why the man would take the effort to cut the electricity and the phone line, even after he had killed everyone. Was it to keep the people who would eventually discover the murder site from contacting police? Did he hope it would buy him time to get farther away? She didn’t know.
With tears threatening to spill, Naomi left the store in a hurry and raced towards her car, wanting to get away from the place and close to a town, where she could call for help.
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Randy sat out on the hood of his car, pleased with his work. He had spared the people a great deal of pain, by killing them swiftly. If they only knew, it could have been so much worse for them. He laughed maniacally. He was full of glee. Opening his car door, he was stepping in just as he noticed a car light up in the parking lot and take off farther down the road.
“Shit!” He yelled. There had been a survivor. Somehow, they had slipped by him. He didn’t know how that was possible, but he wasn’t going to just sit there and wonder. Jumping into his car, he started it up and chased after the vehicle farther down the road.
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The car tailing her did not go unnoticed by Naomi. With a knot in her throat, she knew that it could only be one person. The kicking in her belly became anxious, to go along with her feelings. She knew that she was causing her baby distress, but she couldn’t calm herself down. She hadn’t waited in the store long enough, and he had seen her leave. Her hands were shaking on the steering wheel. She gripped it as hard as she could, knuckles turning white. She would not let that damned crazy man catch her, no matter what. He wasn’t going to take away her life, and the life of her unborn child.
“You bastard.” She whimpered, the tears starting to fall. How could she go from worrying about what her stepmother was going to say to her to being chased by a murderer? Life had been cruel enough, and now it had gotten so much worse.
Naomi rounded a tight corner on the highway, and lost control of her vehicle. There was a car in the opposite lane, heading in her direction. She screamed as she hit them, the steering wheel whipping violently out of her grasp. The seatbelt jerked her back into the seat painfully, and the sound of metal scraping against metal was deafening. Naomi cried out as both vehicles went smashing into the guardrail, thoughts of the car trailing her completely out of her mind. She had gone numb, and it finally registered that both cars had stopped.
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Grey Holmes drove in his rusty old Toyota down the old highway. He was whistling along with the radio, pleased at the news he had just received via cell phone. The publishers had finally agreed to pick up his latest graphic novel, one that he was sure would bring in more money than the rest. The latest one was his pride and joy, filled with entertaining characters and an interesting plot. He imagined the fan following growing as soon as it was published and sold in comic book stores. It would be his greatest endeavor.
Rounding a corner, he swore. Further up the road, it looked like a car accident had just occurred. A young man, probably still a teenager, looked frazzled and was standing at the driver’s side window of the other car. He didn’t look hurt, but he was obviously distressed and on the verge of tears. Grey pulled up behind his car and stepped out, coming towards the teenager.
“Are you hurt?” Grey asked, scanning the boy. The lad shook his head, and the tears were starting to come.
“She came around the corner and hit me. She’s unconscious. She’s pregnant too.”
“Jesus.” Grey hurried to the woman’s car. She did not appear to have any visible injuries, but Grey had heard that women often miscarried if they were in a car accident. He didn’t know how forceful the impact was, and if the pull on the seatbelt across her hips would be enough to injure her baby.
Grey passed the teenager his cell phone.
“Call 911. Tell them our location, anything that you know about the accident.” The kid nodded, and dialed the number. He talked to the emergency operator, trying his best to keep his composure. Grey opened the driver’s side door and undid the woman’s seatbelt. She began to stir.
“Miss, are you alright?” Grey was concerned for her. She was a ghastly shade of white, and looked to be in shock. She opened her eyes, blinking at him. Realizing where she was, she checked her rearview mirror, panicking.
“You have to help me.” She said, voice trembling. Grey took her trembling hands in his. Her fingers were ice cold.
“That’s what I’m trying to do, miss.” She shook her head.
“No, you don’t understand. There was a man following me. I was in the convenience store just up this road, and a man came in, came in and shot everyone! I was hiding behind one of the aisles, but he must have seen me leave after. He was chasing me.” Her voice quivered and
her body shook, but she spoke with amazing clarity. Grey looked up the road. He didn’t see a car there.
“Whoa!” Grey said as the woman slumped forward, falling unconscious. The teen ran up to assist him.
“They said an ambulance should be here within ten minutes.” The kid said. Grey knew there was a city just up the road, but he wondered if the ambulance would get the woman there in time. He wasn’t sure if she had lost the baby already.
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A/N: Please review, I always love hearing what you have to say. More to come soon, so don't fret. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it! :)
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