How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis

Pain courses through my legs as I push myself to the brink. My feet crashing down on the pavement so hard that I think my ankles might snap. I don't care though. I deserve everything that I've given myself. I cant really remember a time that I was genuinely happy, all of my childhood memories consist of my parents pushing me into itchy, uncomfortable dresses so that I would look presentable to their rich, stuck up friends and business partners. I was never enough for them though and they made sure to voice their opinion everyway possible.

"You're too tall Aurora."

"Stop eating so much."

"You're completely unproportional."

"Maybe a nose job would be a good idea."

My memories cause me to push myself harder. My legs have started going numb and my vision is blurring from all the sweat running down into my eyes. I don't care. My lungs ache as I force them to take air in then blow it back out again. I don't care. I've never pushed myself this hard before. My black Fitbit lets me know that I have already run two miles over my usual four. I need to stop but I'm not going to. My anger fuels me as I feel it rush through my veins. Urging me to go one more mile. A breeze starts up and I thank God for the gentle rush of air blowing against my face and through my hair. I breathe in a gentle breath then have it forced out again as I run into what feels like a solid brick wall. What the Hell? My ass hits the pavement.

I groan as I lay sprawled out on the ground. My eyes look up once the world has stopped spinning and my heart sputters and I realize that I didn't run into a wall but a very tall, very rugged man. Jesus. As I look up at the monster of a man he raises an eyebrow that has been split by a scar and his lips turn up into a small smirk. God those lips. Two rings pierce the bottom one and cross over each other before disappearing over the top of it. A giant hand extends down to help me up but instead of taking it, I shake my head.

"I don't need any damn help."

I muttered trying to ignore the throbbing in my temples and attempting to sit up. A groan slips past my lips and a deep chuckle lumbers out of the huge man in front of me then two very toned arms wrap around me and lift me up as if I way almost nothing.

"I don't think so, sweetheart."

Whoa. His voice is enough to send shivers down my spine. Then again maybe it's not his voice. My body is racked with shivers as I sit there trembling in his arms. My head feels like it is going to explode and I still can't feel my legs.

"Put me down jackass."

I say pushing against a chest that feels like the cement I just crashed into a few seconds ago. The walking tree chuckles again then set me down on a bench.