All messed up.

Chapter 19

I have a spotify playlist called "Songs to Cry to at 3 am" its by me (user name Tommy B) and if you wanna cry, use this playlist. :)

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     ~* UwUz a years later  in Jaspers P.O.V.*~

     I escaped. I had ran away from home just last night. I had seven thousand dollars, a few clothes, my phone, and a bag to carry it all. I started running and came to a bus stop. I quickly got on the bus and headed towards an Airport near San Franciso. I was so happy.

   "fifty dollars, kid," He says, gruffly. I pull out two twenties and a ten. I hand it to him, keeping the rest of the money hidden, and hurry to the back, keeping Saki's hoodie on me. Her smell still lingered on it as I flipped the hood up and dusted off my feet. A bit of blood was on them from running, but that was in the past. I'm finally out of that hell hole and I was heading back to Saki.

    "Here, Please," I say, seeing the airport. 

    "Whatever, Kid," He grumbles. I hop off the bus and run to the airport, being able to purchase a ticket because I'm 18. I smile once I got through security and sit in a seat, pulling my knees to my chest.

   I feel a tap and a young woman was hovering over me. I scoot back in my seat more, afraid I was going to be hit, but she just hands me a wad of money.

  "H-Huh?"

  "You look so lost, honey... why are you all alone? You're so young..."

   "I-I'm ge-getting t-to J-Japan... m-my home..." She smiles.

   "Why? Isn't your family here?" I shake my head.

   "I-I ju-just e-e-es-esca-caped h-home," I say, shaking. She pats my head.

   "Of course, deary. Be safe," She says, standing up. she stalks off and I stand up.

   "M-MISS! Th-Thank you!" She turns and gives me a warm smile. I was filled with hope when she smiled at me. A security guard walks over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder.

   "Kid, why are you here?"

   "I-I bou-bought a ti-ticket t-to J-Japan," I say, looking up at him.

   "You are underage, you need to come with me."

   "I-I'M 18!"

   "ID?" I grab my bag and dig through my wallet, pulling out my old school ID that had my birthdate on it. "I got a call earlier that said an Underage person with a Neko quirk that looked like YOU ran away and is possibly trying to get to Japan."

   "I-I do-don't ca-care, I-I'm no-not un-un-under a-a-age," I stutter, grabbing my ID back.

   "Did you steal 3 thousand dollars?"

   "Y-YOu me-mean th-the mo-mo-money in-in m-my ba-bank a-a-ac-account I-I sa-saved wh-when I wa-was i-in-in Ja-Jap-pan," I say, glaring at him.

   "Your money?"

   "Y-Yes! Th-Th-They t-to-too-took my-my m-mo-mo-mon-money an-an-an-and my-my vi-vi-vir-vir-virgi-gi-gin-in-ity," I manage to say, wiping my face. It had dirt and I probably smelt bad.

   "Who did?"

    "P-P-Pa-Pa-Par-Par-Pare-en-ents," I say, sitting back down.

    "Alright, kid, I'll let you go. Do you have anyone in Japan you want to contact?"

    "S-Sa-Sakura M-Mi-Mido-Midoriya," I say, fumbling to get my phone out. I pull up her number and show the officer. She probably had this number blocked because my parents broke my old phone and used this one to send a bunch of cruel texts to her.