Teenage horror story ➵A.I

Part 19- Runaway

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I woke up on the couch with my head resting against Ashton's chest, listing to him breath in and out slowly. I ran my fingers over his arm and smiled at how peaceful he looked, his hair tossed from sleep. I ran my hand over his braclets, causing him to flitch slightly and his eyes to flutter opend. He looked at me and slowly pulled his arm away, smiling a big, plastic grin. "Morning." He smiled. After years of faking, I know what the "Im okay just don't ask questions" smile really ment. I took his hand it mine and brought his arm up, rolling up his braclets. My eyes widened at the white scars and some newer scars that were scattered over his wrist, looking up into his regretful eyes. "Why?" I whispered, the only thing able to fall from my lips. "Im sorry." He mummbeled, pulling his arm away. "Not right now." He continued, sitting up and putting his arm around me. I didn't know what to think right now.

All of the guys left at around 3 pm so we could just hang out as girls. We helped Scarlett go back to ginger and she actually looked really cute, apparently she changed it after her brother dyed because she felt everything was changing anyway. But I wish she didnt, she looks happier now. Scarlett kicked us all out at 4:30 pm, so I walked home. I was halfway home when I checked my phone, usually my parents would text me asking where I was but they didn't today. I shrugged it off and kept walking, lighting a cigarette to keep me company.

I stepped into the house to hear my parents arguing, I quickly closed the door quietly. "You want to have sex? I cant even look at your face without seeing your reaction when I walked in on you plowing your student." She shouted, my dad cheated on my mom? What the fuck is going on, they seemed happy!

(A/N This part is taken from AHS but altered a bit)

"Look I'm sorry! Your pregnant now and Olivia needs us, thats why we moved isn't it? A new start?" Dad said. "Your pregnent?" I said, stepping around the corner. "Olivia, I um." "Save it." I said walking out of the room and towards my bedroom. "Olivia we are sorry." She said, knocking on my door. "If your trying to replace me and get rid of me your doing a pretty good job." I said, no tears left to shed. "Olivia we love you! We aren't trying to-" "Then why the fuck do you no care if I don't come home at night, because I know it isn't just my fucking tumour." I shouted over Dad. They both quieted down as I continued to shout. "And moving here wasn't for me either was it?" I said. They didn't speak again. Im fucking done here, they never cared about me, I died when I was diagnosed to them.

I walked over to my closet and pulled out my extra backpack, stuffing some of my clothes in as fast as I could. I walked into my bathroom and grabbed everything I needed, including extra pills so I wouldn't run out. I looked in the mirror and realized the side of my head was slightly bruised from falling yesterday, my parents didn't even ask about that either. Everything hit me like a truck as all of the pieces formed together. It all made sense now, nothing was ever for me. I was just dead weight coming with them on there new start. There new life.

I grabbed my tiny little picture album and threw it in my bag, picking up my school bag as I slammed my room door closed. "Bye have fun with your new life!" I shouted, walking out the door and not bothering to close it. I feel so bad for being the rude but they deserve it, I'm there child for god sake and they don't give a flying fuck. I turned around to see my mom closing the door, not caring that I was long gone.

That hurt like a bitch.

I stood on the side walk at the intersection between everyones houses, if I wanted to go to Ashton's house I turn left, Calum, Jessica or Scarlett's then I go straight, Michael, Luke or Dana's I go right. I stood there looking towards the diffrent paths, not wanting to worry Ashton anymore. Not after what I saw this morning, and what happend last night. I knew that Scarletts mom wouldnt let me stay plus she isnt even home right now, shes with Luke on a date. I cant go to Dana's because there isnt any where for me to go in her house and I cant stay with Michael because he would tell Ash. That left only Jessica. I have never been to her house before but I know her adress due to making plans a few weeks ago but cancelling them. I sighed and looked towards Ashtons house once more, turning around and walking towards Jessica's.

I walked for a few hours, time not mattering to me and breathing in the warm hair in a desperate attempt to calm down. I walked, and walked, walked until I got to a little hill with a tree, the shade beckoning to my sweating body. I stumbled over with my wobbly, emotional legs and sat against the tree. Tear slipping down my cheeks as my hands shook. Im so tired of being weak, I just hate it so much. Why cant I just get a hold of my life? This endless tumble of fucking up and everything hitting the fan is beginning to ware on me and I don't know If I can make it through another 3 years.

A few hours later
I ended up falling asleep against the tree for god knows how long, but the sun was beginning to set when I opened my heavy eyes. It took another 30 minutes, giving me plenty of time to think and let the reality that I left my own home eat away at me. I feel like Im going insain. I walked in the direction of her house and turned from a beautifully clean neighbour hood to what looked like a trailer park, the setting sun leaking in behind the shitty trailers. I didn't know there was a place so run down in this city, it seemed so ritch. I walked into the neighbour hood, unknowing on what trailer she lived in but happy that I got out of the place I called a home. I kept walking in the narrow street, my footsteps echoing though the seemingly empty street and laced with the thin layer of smoke in the air. I walked aimlessly hoping to see her or hear her, I'm so tierd. "Let me the fuck in bitch! This is my house!" A man screamed at someone from out side of the house, someone standing in the door frame. "Im done with you you abusive pig!" The girl screamed, slamming the door closed quickly after. I watched as the short, sweaty man stormed off, his white tank top stained with god knows what. He jumped in the little rickety car and drove off, leaving the street in a furry. I blinked my eyes in shook as I thought of what I just witness, but snapped out of it when I heard my name. I looked up and saw Jessica sticking her head out of the door. "Do you have a extra bed?" I asked.

I walked into the trailer, Jessica gesturing her arms to "show off" her place. "Me casa a su casa." She smiled, slapping her hands down and walking over to the couch. "This is were you can sleep." She said, plopping down and taking a deep breath. "You sure your parents wont mind?" I asked, the fat man popping up in my mind. "Never knew my mom and Dad walked out on me last year." She said, her voice flat and bored like she had same that combination of words 1000 times already. "Oh, sorry." I said, unknowing of what else to say. "Did you umm...see that?" She asked. "Yeah." I replied. An awkward silence filled the air as she though, trying to find the words to fill in the confusion. "Im not cheating on Michael, he's just my umm... fake dad." She said, her voice shaking. She obviously has never said this out loud before. "What do you mean?" I asked her. "Well um... I don't want people to worry about me not having parents, and when social workers came to take me to a foster home I hired him to pretend to be my legal guardian. My friends think he's my dad because in payment he sleeps in my trailer." She said silently. "Not any more obviously." She murmured. I had no idea all of this shit was going down in her life, she seemed so collected.

"Thanks again for letting me crash here." I said, taking a drag of my ciggerette. "Anyone else would freak out if I told them." I continued. She nodded a "your welcome" as she blew the smoke she engaged into the night sky. "So are you sure that they feel like that?" She asked, referring to my parents not wanting me. "When I left the house, they closed the door." I said in monotone. Her face dropped in sadness and she patted on the back. "Your not going to say shit about anything right?" She said, looking at me with fear. We both shared the fear of our friends being worried about, is we had talked about how what they don't know wont worry them. And with graduation coming up in a few months, thats the last thing they need. More fear and stress. "Never." I said, holding up a pinkie finger. "Never." She agreed, locking her pinkie with mine. "We should probably get some sleep." I said, stomping out my ciggerette. She agreed and followed me inside after stomping out her cig as well.

Oh fuck. Back to school tomorrow.