Don’t look back. Don’t look back. Don’t look back.
“Wait! Come back! Stop! I can explain!”
Hot tears slide down my face and my hair covers my vision ahead as I focus only on the hard dirt ground speeding by under my feet. I have to get away from him. How did he even find me here?
“Wait! Watch out!”
Suddenly, the ground disappears. For a moment I am suspended in air, then gravity begins to pull me down. I turn back and briefly glimpse his shape bursting through the trees.
Too late. I smile as I fall.
But just as I’m about to embrace imminent death, my arm is suddenly wrenched up painfully as a familiar iron grip grasps my wrist.