Runaway. {Harry Styles Fan-Fiction}

I run, and I don't stop. I run through the intense summer heat, with sweat trickling down my face and neck. I can't stop, not now. I'm so close to freedom. I force myself to stop. I can't take it anymore. The heat is getting to me, along with the large duffel-bag slung over my shoulder, it's awfully heavy. I hide behind a large collection of bushes, and quickly check over my shoulder to find anyone that may be following me. The coast is clear. I can just sit now. Let the deep thumping in my chest settle down. My breath is heavy. I must have ran farther than I thought. I rummage through my messy bag. I've shoved as much as I possibly could in there, I had to. I grab out my cell phone. I'm away, I'm free, but now what do I do? I have no one to call, no where to go. I have no plan. I have no idea where I'm going to end up. I've just left the only people I have, and I sure cant call them.

I've just left my mum and dad. I've run away. I could not take it anymore. Both my parents are lousy, good-for-nothing drunks. Who both continuously abuse me, for whatever reason they can come up with, even if its absolutely ridiculous. I'm the only child so everything goes on me. I've been saving up money over several years so I can afford the expense of running, of leaving. Not yet have I gotten enough to buy even the smallest home, or anything for that, but I had to leave. My mum and dad had come home, both drunk out of their minds again, but this time my father hit me with a broken beer bottle, and then my mum decided it would be a good idea to pour some of her alcohol into the large, bleeding cut on my temple. It still stings. I know this is not the worst incident I've been in with my parents, but I had to leave. I've had my bag packed for a while now, but I've had it stashed in my closet. I finally decided I have enough money to get myself on my way. I have enough for bus rides, some food, and a cheap motel room, but that's basically it.

I raise my hand to check the large cut on my head. I wince at the pain of my own touch. It will get infected if I don't do something about it. I need to get somewhere, and quick.

"Jayde!" I hear my mum's drunken voice yelling with anger. I jump a bit, and the bushes shake. Shit. I sense them snap around. Shit. I have to run. I shove my belongings into my bag, zip it up, and begin my running as fast as I possibly can again.

"Jayde! Get your ass back here," I hear my father load his shot gun. "Don't try to run, if you do the consequences will be much worse." My father yells. Hmm.. I'm surprised he could even say the word 'consequences' judging on his alcohol levels now.

I stopped running for a moment.

"No, keep running." Theres a small voice yelling to me in my head. I hear my family close on my tail. I have to keep going.

"Fuck Lucy," My father is now yelling at my mum. "We've lost her." I hear a loud slap. I cringe at the sound. I hear my mum's beaten body fall to the hard cement ground. I feel a tear, and I reach out my arm as if I can help. I can't stop. Why should I care about her? She's never given any care for me. I just have that connection. She's my mum, I have to care, even if I don't want to. She's the woman who gave birth to me. How could I just leave her.

"Keep going!" The voice in my head is back, it yells at me. I don't fight the voice, I run again.

It seems like no time before I finally stop. I check the time. It's only been 15 minutes. I look back. No sign of my parents, anywhere. I give a sigh of relief. I set my bag by a large tree, and sit down myself. There is a painful pounding deep in my chest, and my breathing is heavy. I can't take much more. I begin ferociously coughing. I immediately recognize where I am. I've run all the way into the city. My home is about 30 minutes from the city. So, it's basically in the middle of no where. I'm guessing its so my parents can hide me from the rest of the world.

I haven't been to the city since I was a young girl, I can hardly remember anything here. Except for one memory of when I was a around 4-5 years old. My aunt took me into the city to play at a large children's park. All I remember is it was beautiful. Large swings, slides, and other playground equipment all around me. It was any 4-5 year-old's dream. She was the only good point of my life, until she passed from a rare type of heart disease shortly after our little trip to the city. I cried for days, even after I stopped my crying I still grieved the loss of my relative. She was the only person who cared about me at all, then i lost her.

Surrounding me are tall, new-looking buildings, people casually walking on the streets, and busy streets filled with cars and buses. The bus. That's what I need. I have to take a bus to a small town in Southern California not far from the city. It's the closest place to here, yet it's far away enough for me to get away from my pervious life. It's also close enough to be cheap, so I can afford the trip with the limited amount of money I have.

I walk to the large bus station.

"Um.. Hello?" I ask at the front desk. "Hello, how may I help you? A large middle-aged lady answers me very politely.

"I need a ticket, to Southern California. Do you know, When does the next bus leave?" I ask her.

"Well, I believe," she checks a monitor. "I believe the next bus leaves in... 10 minutes hun, big trip for ya?" She searches through a computer file.

"Yeah, I guess you could call it that." I laugh at my own joke. She looks at me oddly. I forget about it.

"Here hun." She printed a slip from her computer, and hands it to me.

"Thank you." I walk off.

I hold the ticket gently in my hands. There's a bench just beside the spot in which the bus will arrive. I sit down, and again, rummage through my bag again to find my phone. I have 7 missed calls from my parents. I decide to check my voicemails.

"Jayde where the hell are you? You better get your ass back home before we find you out there, and We WILL come to find you." I close out of everything on my pone, and set it down.

"We WILL come find you." Those words were terrifying. They're going to try to find me, but how well could it possibly work for them? They're intoxicated to often to even know what's going on anywhere. I'm sure they'll forget they even had a daughter by the morning.

Its gotten a bit dark, and cold since I first arrived here. I tug my jacket tight, and shiver from the extra-cool breeze. After a long, cold wait the bus pulls up in its spot directly in front of me. A large display screen placed on the front of the bus read "S. Cali." I climb onto the bus and hand the driver my ticket.

"Thank you." The man driving thanks me. I nod back at him in reply.

I see a seat in the back, where I would be all by myself. I'm not used to being with others too often. My mum and dad have kept me home since its been legal for me to drop-out of school. It was not by any means my decision, I would have been glad to stay in school, and live a normal, social life with friends, and boyfriends, like a normal 18 year old. I'm 18, and I still haven't done anything with my life. I live with my parents and cater to their every need. I know nothing different. I'm a drop-out, I cant go to college, or even be a normal girl, I've been secluded from everything for so long. Im prepared to change all of that. I decide not to venture out of my comfort zone too quickly, so I continue towards the back.

I watch out the window and realize, this is the start of the long, complicated, journey I have ahead of me.