The Rebel and the Runaway

Kenneth | Easton

My mom let her stay with us at the house.

As she began to grow closer to me, we began to spend a lot of time together. She began to explain her story to me, and for that I was greatful.

She had come from a family of twos. They wanted her to be the perfect child. They wanted to use her to get somewhere in life. Now that. That made me angry. How could anyone use her like that? They would pay.

As the weeks passed we grew to adore each others company.

There was this old oak tree outside my house. That was like our meeting spot. We would sit there for hours; her head on my shoulder and talk. I loved to hear the stories she told me. They gave me hope.

"I have told you so much of my story. How about you tell me yours?" I sighed.

"Kenneth. I am just a normal boy. There is nothing intresting about me." She looked at me with her green eyes.

"That's a lie." She smirks. "Come on Easton tell me. Who is the real Easton?" She runs a hand up my arm and I shiver.

"Really Ken...." She cut me off.

"I like that." She smiled.

"Like what?" I watched her.

"Call me Ken. I like the way you say my name. It's like.......like....." She turned to look at me, not saying the last part just to annoy me.

"Like?" I prompted her.

She just stared into my plain brown eyes, and I knew exactly what she was gonna say. "Like I love you?" I smirked and she blushed.

"Do you? Do you love me Easton Young?"

I crossed my arms. "We'll see." She slapped my arm playfully.

"Now tell me all about this nobody, Easton Young." She joked with a smile. I turned away. Then she wrapped her arms around me.

"Easton? Hmmm. Easton is a simple human being...." I began to speak in third person and she rolled her eyes.

"He's loyal, trustworthy, brave, daring, and will always be there when you need a shoulder to cry on." She gave me a small smile. "And when he wants something, he will never stop trying until he succeeds." I smiled, turning back to her.

We sat like that for awhile until my mother called us in for dinner.

That night when I went to bed, all I could think about was her. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. That night I had a dream. That one day, I would finally tell her I loved her. That one day she would finally be mine.

I smiled in my sleep.

And then that dream turned into a nightmare. My organization, the northern rebels, took her away from me. Then they killed her right in from of my eyes. She began to bleed out on the cement floor of our base. The room was so vivid in my dream. It was like I was really there, like I had really lost her.

I woke up crying out her name. That was when I knew... I would never tell them about her. She would never be what I had become. A monster.

[Hope you guys enjoy. The next chapter will be from Kenneth pov. Thanks for reading.]