Davina White's life has been a living hell. After her dad died; her mom got remarried to someone who let's just say wasn't the friendliest. After her mom's death, Davina was left in the custody of her stepfather. After years of suffering living unde...
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Neither of us said a word since we left the gas station. He’s been driving silently and I’ve been processing everything. After ten minutes of driving silently, Zee decided to break the silence.
“So Davina, are you planning on telling me what you’re doing out here all alone?” he said.
You know what? Fuck it, I thought. Even though I had major trust issues due to my past; I was eventually going to talk to him if we’re basically running together so why not talk now. I don’t know him and I definitely don’t trust him. But I didn’t care at this point.
“I ran away,” I said coldly.
He was going to say something when I cut him off.
“And what are you doing out here?” I asked.
“ I ran away too,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“I guess I just couldn’t live with my family anymore so when I turned eighteen, I ran away and I’ve been running ever since,”
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Twenty,” he said.
“And you?” he asked.
“Eighteen,” I said. "I turned eighteen today”
“Happy birthday” he said.
“Thank you,” I said quietly. It’s been so long since someone wished me a happy birthday.
“So what’s your real name?” I asked.
“Zee.” He said with a blank expression.
“No like your real name” I said.
“Zee” he said again.
“like your parents named you Zee?” I asked.
“It doesn’t matter what they named me. My name is Zee whether you like it or not.” He snapped. It got quiet for a minute until he broke the silence again.
“But if you want to know my name on the birth certificate then it’s Zade Collins,” He said.
“Davina white,” I said.
“What happened to your face, Davina white? What happened to you?” What do I tell him? Do I tell him the truth? No. I can’t. At least not now.
“Does it matter?” I asked. I think he got that I didn’t want to talk about it so he didn’t ask further questions about the topic which I was thankful for.
“Where are we going?” I whispered but I knew he heard it.
I don’t know what about him made me want to be vulnerable. Something about him made me want to take a break and just be small. Maybe it was the fact that he was taking control and not me. For once.
