Where Were You? An Emblem3 Fanfiction

Don't think about the concequences

AUTUMN

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It is broad daylight and I skate through unfamiliar roads, it is around 9 o'clock and a Saturday morning so I am alone. I let my tears fall freely because no one is here to see them, my hair is hot in my SnapBack and my face is a mess from crying. I am betting that people are gonna think I'm a weirdo when they see me on the pavement.

My brother has been in Hunigton beach for 3 years and done nothing to try and save me, or even talk to me. He has lived in comfort in a massive beach house with 2 other guys for three fucking years as I got routinely beaten and kicked. He was 5 miles away, why couldn't he come as get me?

I can hear a skateboard not far behind me, it is running fast and I'm pretty sure it's gonna over take me but it stays a little behind me. Just when I am sure I have a skateboarding stalker I turn around to see Keaton literally centre metres away from me.

"Autumn, stop, please." he says gently but he has to yell over the whipping breeze. He looks at ease on his board, like he chases run away girls daily, even though he is going super fast.

" Why?" I scream back at him, picking up speed on my board I don't expect my voice to be so powerful, it shocks even me, it sounds corse and rough. "So you can tell me what an awesome time you've been having with my brother for the past few years?" my voice is thick from crying and it strains to get loud enough. I am not usually this sarcastic, not to strangers that have done nothing to me. This guy is trying to help me and I guess I'm not used to that so I dint know how to react, I guess theres been a lot of anger building up for three years.

" Please," he pleads, his voice is soft, reasonable. " hear me out at least." he is a good person, running after me to help his friend, I want to think that he can help me too but he can't. What can a 16 year old guy do to my problems? He is a guy, and I don't trust guys.

I do not want to stop but I realise that I have no where to go, just an awful lot to run from. I am not welcome anywhere. I can't go home, it's not even home anymore, it stopped being home when Drew left, I'm homeless.

I stop suddenly out of nowhere, Keaton doesn't realise that I've stopped so it takes him a second to swerve back. I dont know what I am doing here I am just lost hoping Keaton can help me. He grins a huge, sweet grin at this small victory, looking pleased with himself,I wish that I could be like that.

The road is completely deserted so I sit on the curb, putting my things down at my feet. I look down at my completely worn out toms and wish that I'd bought shoes that would last me longer. Keaton follows and does the same thing, he sits next to me, but thankfully not too close. He faces his palms upwards and then turns his body round so he is facing me. I put my head in my palms and close and eyes.

" Talk to me," he insists, his eyes are honest and worried. I want to talk to him but there is just so much to say and no easy way to say it. "don't run away." I have known this boy for all of 2 hours and he is telling me to talk to him. I can't talk to people I've known for years, let alone hours.

" He left," I say simply, resting my chin on my knees. I feel like giving up, I feel like giving the world what it wants because I'm pretty sure it's for me to be unhappy. " I needed him."

He is silent for a while, I think that I've shocked him into silence but he just stands up out of nowhere. I am confused, I was pretty sure his mission was to stop me from running away, not to run away himself. He stands over me and reaches his hand down, gesturing for me to take it.

When I don't he takes my hand anyway and pulls me up, I grab my things just in time and he starts to pull me some place. I have no time to think that I don't want him holding my hand or pulling me along I just think about trying not to trip over my own feet. I am laughing at his determination. For that moment of running I forget about worries and just run. I ask constantly where we are going but he just laughs, and just carries on half waking half jogging.