Safe Haven [Larry Stylinson ]

Rainy get away

I update every Friday night!
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Crickets creaking and a light mist in the air, louis tore through the back door and pushed the gate open, ran past the side of his house and away from the terrifying things behind him. Mumbling out incoherent words with blood stained hands and shirt. Which was untucked, and he had marks all over his body. But he ran barefoot through the street and down to the only place he knew would help. Coming towards the windowed door in the back yard, he shoulder checked constantly while hyperventilating. His neighbor came in view, startled and unlocking the door.

"Lou? Lou?! Calm down please what happen?" While observing his form and physical appearance. Hair in knots and bruises forming she took him in her arms. As she tried to console his crying and shaking all she could here from his feminine voice "I don't know what happened... I don't know.. I-I".

Breathing was hard due to the initial shock and terror, but for the life of him he couldn't get it under control as he was led away from out side. There was to much to process and to much that he didn't understand to even stop for breathes. Shoulders heaving constantly up and down, lungs expanding and collapsing, tears that stung his face.
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With a new hair dew and determined yet still clouded mind he set out on his own.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

That's what Louis keeps telling himself as he ran through the blistering rain with soaking clothes and a nap sack that was bundled and shoved beneath his shirt in haste.

".....Need to get out of here..."

He chanted in between puffs of breathes. His frantic stuttered steps and shifting eyes didn't help him any but, finally he could see the station coming into view with busses pulling out and arriving.

Louis twitched terrified.

The future for him was so unclear. The soft pads of his shoes on the gravel and the quiet whispers of the people around him. Skin cold and bones exhausted weighed him down. They where the same, the passengers and louis that is. All looking for a place to go, a warm bed to wind down and think on, or a destination that hides them from the pain or shadows that constantly follow them.

Well rather that's what he needed, it had not bothered him that eyes followed him with curious watches or disapproving frowns. As if they where thinking "what in gods name is that boy up to. With his matted hair and sunken eyes". But again he could care less because all he need was a ticket and that breather.

This had happened so suddenly to him that he haven't had time for dealing with the shock that should have been evident after the events that took place. But here he is, running, because that's all he could do to salvage what life he had. It was the only option he had thought of. With a little help from his neighbor that is.

He pushed through bundled body's, shoes squeaky on the tiled floor. Arriving at the ticket mill, the lady giving him a questioning look that he ignored, speaking quickly trying to keep the quiver in his dainty voice a minimal.

He cleared his throat,

"I-I need a ticket please", it didn't work.

He looked like a wreck but the lady typed down something in her computer and asked,

"where to sir?" to which he responded "end of the line from here to your farthest port" he tried nonchalance with a forced laugh "just going for a bit of a trip, s'always good to get out yeah?".

He knew he was rambling but couldn't seem to stop as she produced the ticket and slid it under the glass window as he did the same with what little damp money he had. What did the criticism he received matter anyhow? He would be out of here and out of mind before anyone could think twice. No one cares about him enough to question the look flustered face he tried so hard to suppress but only made worse.

He turned his head from sight of the near by police officer he recognized. He shoved the ticket In ratty jeans and sprinted to the bus area hoping to catch it before the doors closed.

The rain was coming down stronger as if on cue when the police vehicle began to speed up to the main building.

Thud thud thump thud, his heart was beating uncontrollably as he thought of what would happen if he was caught.

Running faster with everything he had, and skidding to a stop at the bus door he looked back as if he were a college student leaving home and looking back at all of his memories. But he was not a college student and he did not want to remember. Louis shoved to the back of the seats and slipped down.

As officers shoved around looking for him and asking anyone and everyone if they'd seen him he sat down and let a tear slip in angst of being caught.

Releasing a pent up of air he hid his face with the grey hoodie and pulled out the sack of little belongings he had. Meanwhile the police officers checked and ransacked the other busses looking for him as his transport pulled away from the curb.

He squeezed his eyes trying to block out the sirens of their cars. Why why why why why, He thought. Why had this been his life? He had imagined something totally different like a nice husband and maybe a decent job. But look at him now, running from the law, crying over something he couldn't have had a say in, yet he was relieved when the car was rumbling softly down the open road and the red and blue lights in the reflection of the window fading.

The rain drops sliding down the window practically washing away his worries as he fell asleep, faced mashed between the ruck sack and window pane.