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    Just Keep Running
    Just Keep Running
    Just Keep Running
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    Just Keep Running

    By Nicolle Shield

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    Lenni has been running for months, constantly moving and never putting down roots. When she runs in to a face from her past, halfway around the world from home, will she finally be able to stop running, or are old habits too hard to break?

    This is a story of one woman's fight for survival, and the bikers who may make or break her.

    Contains lots of swearing. Warning: May contain triggers for suicide, domestic abuse, rape and mental health issues. Please don't read if these make you uncomfortable.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNicolle Shield
    Release dateSep 12, 2017
    ISBN9781370480692
    Just Keep Running
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    Nicolle Shield

    ** Wattpad Featured Author ** I have loved reading for as long as I can remember. According to my parents, I had taught myself to read by the age of three, and just never stopped. I'm thankful to say that this is a hobby my son seems to have inherited too. I have always enjoyed a wide variety of books, from fantasy and sci-fi to romance and teen fiction. I found Wattpad one day when I was looking online for new books to read. I found my library on there full of books very quickly ​and enjoyed the fact that people can comment and get involved with the story and the author. ​ After a few months of reading on the site, I decided to have a go at writing myself. Once I had an idea for a story, the characters wouldn't leave me alone until I'd finished it. In fact, they even insisted on a sequel too! I'm sure most authors will completely understand the sleepless nights caused by characters and plot lines pestering away until they are written out!

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      Just Keep Running - Nicolle Shield

      Just Keep Running

      Dedicated to Dylan

      My reason, my everything

      By Nicolle Shield

      Copyright 2017

      Smashwords Edition

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite eBook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Contents:

      1: Of All The Gin Joints

      2: Maybe I Am Completely Stupid

      3: Helmet Hair Is Never Attractive

      4: When He Needs To Know

      5: The Idiot Is Oblivious

      6: Did I Pull The Trigger?

      7: I Always Felt Watched

      8: Suck My Dick, Brian

      9: You Promised

      10: And Then I’m Falling

      11: You Bloody Idiots

      1: Of All The Gin Joints

      Do you ever have those days where you wake up, and somehow you just know that something bad will happen today? It was one of those days for me today. As I was choosing my shoes this morning, something told me to wear flats for once. But me, being the genius that I am, ignored my gut instinct and chose the lace up knee high boots to go with my skinny jeans. 

      So now, as I'm running down the dark streets – seriously, where are the damn streetlights?! – and listening to the two men's trainers slapping the ground not far behind me, I am seriously kicking myself. Now if I were wearing any of my other heels, I could have slipped them off and run shoe-less. But no, I chose the boots that take forever to lace up, let alone undo.

      As I turn a corner onto yet another dark street lined with houses, I'm quite proud of myself for the amount of multitasking I'm doing right now. Not only am I running away from the two psychos, I'm also trying to remember how the hell to get back to a part of town that actually has some life in it. It's eleven at night, and so far I haven't seen a single light on in any of the houses. Apparently everyone in this area believes in a good old early night. I'm also listening to the steps behind me, and realising that the men may well be playing with me. I'm wearing four-inch heels and they haven't caught me yet. At the same time I'm giving myself a pat on the back for not being the girl in the horror film who keeps looking back and ends up skidding down the road on her face after tripping over absolutely nothing.

      Another corner, onto another street, only this one has streetlights! I may finally be getting somewhere. I hear the rumble of a motorbike somewhere behind me, and on any other day I would've stopped and shamelessly ogled the beautiful machine as it passed, but my thoughts are elsewhere tonight. However, it catches my attention as it speeds past and the rider looks back at me before performing a U-turn and stopping just ahead. As I slow my pace I chance a look back and see the men behind me slow to a walk, looking between me and the biker, who has just motioned with his head for me to get on. I can't see his face, he wears a dark hood that casts a shadow over it.  

      Two scenarios pass through my head in this second. Biker Guy could be a friend of the psychos, so if I get on the bike, I'm officially screwed. Or he could just be a passer-by who decided to help the random girl running for her life. Another look back shows the men less than twenty feet away, and in the faint light I can see the black eye on one of them – that I may or may not have given him – being emphasised by his scowl, as his friend continues flicking his focus between me and Biker Guy. That scowl makes my decision for me, and before I consciously know it, I find myself moving towards the bike and swinging my leg over the seat. Psycho number one's scowl deepens as Biker Guy revs the engine, which reassures me they aren't friends. As the bike moves off, I wrap an arm around the guy's waist and flick my middle finger up at my pursuers as we pass them, grinning as I feel Biker Guy's abs rippling as he chuckles.

      Five minutes later and the bike slows down, before the guy starts walking it backwards. Looking around I see we're on the high street, pulling up outside a cafe, which is miraculously still open. I was honestly starting to believe that this tiny town only lived and breathed on daylight hours. I step off the bike and move to the side, trying to put my long brown hair back into its ponytail. Clarity suddenly hits me and I realise that I am standing on a street, with a biker who I have never met, after just taking a ride on his Harley. I clear my throat and start backing away slowly.

      So, um, thanks for the ride and everything, I say, looking around for a quick exit. I'm just going to go now. So, uh, thanks again –

      I stop talking as he grabs my wrist and points to the cafe. His grip is gentle but I get the feeling that if I fight, he's not going to go so easy on me. I swallow loudly and nod.

      Right, ok. I guess I could use a coffee or something.

      He lets go of my wrist and opens the door, motioning for me to go ahead. He takes his hood down as I get close, and in the light from the cafe I finally get a good look at him. And wow! This guy, he's gorgeous! He's at least six foot two, towering over me even with the added height from my heels. His black hair is short on the sides and slightly longer on the top, and his eyes are a bright blue that doesn't look natural. His shoulders are broad and as he pushes the door further I see his muscles strain against his hoody sleeve. This guy is big. And now my filthy mind is picturing him naked and wondering what else is big about him. Oh, lord, save me. He raises an eyebrow and I suddenly realise that I've been stood there for a while blatantly checking him out. Oops. I clear my throat again and walk past him through the doorway, trying my hardest not to brush up against him and encourage my filthy mind any more. I can't help but get a lungful of his scent as I pass though, and the guy smells like heaven. It's a mixture of leather, cigarettes and aftershave, and it makes my knees weak.

      The cafe is empty, but I can hear the clatter of dishes in the kitchen at the back. I take a seat at the counter, noticing that Biker Guy is leaning on the wall near the door. He watches the street like some kind of sentry, not taking his eyes off the outside world for even a second. I rest my forearms on the counter in front of me and lean my forehead down against them. The adrenaline from the chase has worn off, and exhaustion hits me like a steam train. As I struggle to keep my eyes open, I hear the rumble of more bikes approaching, and my body tenses. Maybe if I keep my head on my arms, no one will notice me and I can get out of this place alive. Of course, that depends on Biker Guy forgetting about the girl he just saved,

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