|- For Every Girl Who Thinks She's Met Her Prince-|...Well I Have...Literally. And He Has A Secret. (Chapter 14)

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Alek’s P.O.V

I run.

Like I always do when I’m angry.

I run. And don’t stop.
Moving so fast, no time to think.

The wind whistles in my ears as I speed through the forest.

Don’t think. Just move.

Rayne.

The name sounds in my head, and continues to do so. Like an echo that won’t leave.

I speed up, trying to make it go away.

Rayne. It repeats itself. I move faster and faster.

Rayne. You need her.

I stop.

It’s not working. I can’t stop thinking about her.

I can’t stop.

I need her.

I shake my head hard. This isn’t about what I need. It’s about her. It’s about keeping her safe. And she’s not when she’s with me.

I think about what I had said to her back at the Hall.

I said I didn’t want her.

And the crazy part is…

She believed me.

I saw the thoughts going through her head when I had walked past her. She actually thought that I didn’t want to be with her. She actually thought that it didn’t hurt more than a thousand needles puncturing me when I walked away from her. She actually thought I hadn’t fallen for her.

Naïve little Rayne.

I hurt her, I hurt her badly. But if I stayed, I know it would be much worse.

She deserves better, she deserves normal.

She deserves a man who would not need to protect her from himself.

“ARRGHH!” I yell in anger as I punch my fist through a tree.

The thought of her with any other man makes me angrier than I ever been.

I breathe heavily in a feeble attempt to calm myself.

I fall to my knees, knowing there’s only one place I can go. I despise the thought of it, but it’s my last option. The only place that I won’t risk running into her. Soon she’ll forget about me, we’ll be married. Then she’ll forget me again. I get up off of the forest floor. I have to stay away from her.

If I hurry I can be there in under a minute, the border is only seven miles from here.