01.07: Allora

Allora gazed at Jamie as she pressed into the trunk of the tree - an attempt to get as far away as possible. Her blue eyes kept changing between a dark purple and an almost pitch black-blue color. Sweat and dirt were caked on her, hair completely out of sorts. Grabbing her boot off her foot, she held it up in defense, ready to throw if he got too close.

"What do you want from me?" She asked sternly, though it would be hard to take her seriously with such a soft voice. "I won't go back home after what my brother did! I won't!"

A cramping pain shot through her and grabbed at her stomach more toward her pelvic area. Blood still slowly slid down her legs, a reminder of the horror she has been through before running. She was still technically running, but this guy and his friend seemed to have found her.

Would they take her back home? No, he had mentioned something about not doing that, but...

"Allora," She finally said her name stiffly.