Pretty Boy

Chapter Eleven

   I feel weight shifting on the couch, as I slowly open my eyes, to see Lucas isn't there anymore. I realize with him gone, it's so much colder, so I sit up, I search the cabin for him, and can't find him anywhere.

   "Lucas?" I called out. "Hey, Lu, you there?!"

   I went into the kitchen, just assuming he was going out for a walk or something. I open the fridge, searching for food, and finding nothing. I move onto the cabinets, also finding nothing. There is no food anywhere and I am starving. As I check the fridge and cabinets one more time the front door opens. Lucas walks in, carrying grocery bags. He closes the door behind him with his foot.

   "Hey, I was worried about you. I didn't know where you went." I close the cabinet door.

   "Well, I'm here now, aren't I?" He sets the bags on the counter. "Wanna help me put these away?"

   "Yeah, sure. Hey, I've got a question." I start to open the bags, putting various items away.

   "What's up?" He puts a jug of milk in the fridge.

   "Um, when are we going back to town? 'Cause I am having fun, but my dad doesn't know where I am, and I am still grounded, and when he finds me I will probably be grounded for the rest of my life." I put a box of cereal in a cabinet.

   "I'm still not entirely sure. I have something to tell you... Uh, I got kicked out of my parents house, and that's why we're here." He scratches the back of his head.

   "Oh, I am sorry about your parents. But, um, can we circle back to what I said and then we can talk about your thing."

   "God, can't you just let me talk for a while? Jesus Christ, here's what we can do: how about we just go to your house and murder your dad? Is that a good option for you? 'Cause I do not fucking care about your dad. He's just an obstacle getting in the way of our relationship. He doesn't get that we love each other. He's just a heartless bastard. Okay?"

   I sniff. "Yeah. Okay." He's right. My dad won't let me live a little, he doesn't want me to be happy.

   "Hey, you love me, right? Like, you love love me, right?"

   "Yeah, of course I do, Lucas," I smile at him.

   "Good, good. Wanna hear an idea I just had?"

   "Yeah, sure."

   "How about we drive to your house, you walk in there, tell your dad what's up, and you say you're running away, no but's about it, and get as much of your stuff as possible. Then just leave. That way we can just live here and be happy together. Do you like that idea, sweetheart?"

   "Yeah, yeah. I do. I really do. When should we go?"

   "Now works."

   "Okay!"

   We walk out to his car, and I finally get a good look outside. It's our cabin, surrounded by a bunch of trees, and a fence made out of birch trees. We get in his car, and he connects his phone and starts playing Something in the way by Nirvana. Kinda overrated song, but whatever.

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   We arrive at my house, and I exhale a deep breath. "Hey, you'll be fine. I will wait outside the door, and make sure everything goes smoothly." He grabs my hand and rubs circles into my palm with his thumb. "Yeah." We get out, and get in the elevator.

   "Okay, go in there tell your dad the plan- well not all of it, just say you're leaving and going with your boyfriend, and living somewhere away from him. Then get your shit, and get outta there. Try to be as quick as possible. I will be waiting outside the door for you, just in case he tries to pull something."

   We get to the door, and I reach under the rug for the spare key. I unlock the door, and walk in. My dad quickly stands up from his chair. He looks at me in shock, which quickly turns into anger.

   "WHAT THE FUCK, ALLISON?! Where the hell have you been?! I thought you had been fucking kidnapped or something, I called the fucking cops!" He shouts at me. Tears well up in my eyes, but I wipe them away, remembering what I need to do.

   "I was just with Lucas, I was fine. You don't need to be so overdramatic."

   "I am not being fucking overdramatic, you're being under dramatic! And who the hell is Lucas?! Is he the reason you've been such a little shit lately?"

   "I'm leaving with him. We're leaving. I am going to live with him somewhere. I am here to gather my stuff, and then I am leaving." I walk past him towards my room, and he grabs my shoulder, turning me around. He looks down at me in fear.

   "If you are in trouble, or if this boy is hurting you, or something, then blink." He stares down at me.

   I stare at him, my lips pursed together, and it's silent. I do a full 180, and walk into my room, slamming the door closed, and locking it. He shakes the door handle.

   "Ali please! Are you okay? You're not yourself. I can tell something is wrong, I am your dad. You won't be in trouble, just please! Please, Ali... you're all I have left... you can't leave me here...Please, Ali. I need you. I thought you needed me too but I guess not... You can't do this to me Ali. I don't know what to do, I can't do this without you Ali. Please." I hear a small little thump, as my dad rests his head on the door giving up. I am putting as much of my clothes in my gym bag as possible, and as much of my bathroom necessities as possible in a small bag, and then some of my other miscellaneous stuff in a backpack. "Ali, please. If something is wrong just listen to me, I can make it better if you hold on. I am trying to help you... I can make it better if you just hold on, please..." I hear a loud bang.

   "Sorry, I just could not handle all that whining." Lucas says through the door. I run to the door and whip it open, seeing my dad's unconscious body slumped on the ground. I gape at it.

   "That was not part of the plan. My dad wasn't supposed to be harmed!"

   "What can I say? I'm a dumb teen boy in love with a girl."

   "God damn it, that can't be your argument for everything bad you do! Christ. Call 911 or something, you hit him way too hard, there is blood." Lucas reaches into my dad's pocket, and pulls out his phone.

   In a surprisingly good impression of my dad, Lucas says, "Hi 911? Yes, I need help. I have hit my head really hard with a pan... No, it was an accident, do you think I hit myself with pans for fun?" I zone out and my ears start to ring. I finally put together the last bag. "...Yes, thank you I will stay o-" he makes some gurgling sounds and drops the phone on the ground. I nod to him, and he helps me grab a bag. We run to the car and we start driving back to the cabin.

   "Won't they have your fingerprints on the phone... and the pan?" I start overthinking, hoping to God that we won't get caught.

   "Oh, no, we'll be fine. I found this glove," he picks up a glove from the floor, "by the front door, and thought it might be helpful." He puts his hand on my thigh. "Hey, we're free now."

   "Yeah, yeah, we're free." I rest my head on the head rest, and sigh.

   "It's you and me now, babe. We can do whatever we want, no one knows what's going on here or where we are."

   "We can do whatever we want." I smirk at him, and he speeds up. We arrive back at the cabin, and as soon as we close the door, we start making out. As we make our way back to the bedroom, I start to think.

   I like him, right? I mean, like I like him, he isn't just making me love him. I can look at him and imagine a future. A future full of possibilities. Dude, I think I'm falling hard for this man.

a/n: hey sorry for not posting for over 2 months... i've been dealing with some personal shit but hopefully this is good :)) love y'all <33