Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Jasper's men arrived right after him. Each with a flashlight in hand, they spread out and began their search for Alyssa.

Jasper sprinted through the heavy rain, indifferent to the fact that his pants and shoes were covered in dirt. His blood-red eyes were brimming with concern.

"Slow down, Mr. Beckett! Watch your step!" Xavier stumbled along behind Jasper with much difficulty. He was befuddled.

What the hell happened? Why was Alyssa at this terrible place on her own?

Alyssa took care of the four perverts. She beat them up till they were on their knees, begging for their lives.

But it was also because of this that she had expended all her energy. She barely managed to keep herself together even as she forced herself to stay conscious.

She had swiped one of the men's cell phones and got back in the rain. She continued walking forward blindly.

At the same time, she was also afraid that the men would not be satisfied that they had lost and come after her. So, she didn't dare to stop for even a second. She didn't have any energy left to fight off any form of danger.

As she kept walking, her mind had gone completely numb. Her legs were shivering, but she kept walking on autopilot. It felt as if her legs were no longer her own.

In the end, she couldn't take a single step forward any longer. She collapsed under a run-down pavilion halfway down the mountain. After she felt more stabilized, she rang Jasper up.

afraid of was that Jasper wouldn't be able to find

her arms around her knees. She buried her head in

blurriness, she dreamt about

Fresh blood continued to flow from her. She clung

save him... Please save

"Lyse!"

Alyssa heard Jasper's voice calling out to her.

enveloped in a burning hot embrace.

you?" Her beautiful eyes sparkled in a

pulled her even closer into his chest, which was pained. His voice was so tense and hoarse that

nestled into a bundle of pitiness from afar. He choked on his tears, so much so that it

it

tears flowed down his cheeks, leaving damp

He was crying buckets.

in a muddle. She cried out indistinctly, "Jasper... Our child... Our child is gone! You have to

deep down to his soul. Her every word was

on her forehead. The burning temperature he felt on his hand