Timeless (A Prestonplayz Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Laura's POV

I hear an empty bottle smashing on tile.

"Get your ass down here now bitch!"

I quickly and quietly rush downstairs to see my dad, red in the face, and glass all over the floor. Before I could get a broom to clean up the mess, he picked up a bit of the shards and threw them at me.

"I can't believe you! You're should a little brat!"

"Dad, what did I do?" I mumbled. I knew he was drunk.

"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT YOU... YOU..."

There was no need for him to finish. I ran upstairs and started packing. Might as well make him eat his word. His disturbing, drunk word. I grabbed everything I had (Not much) and escaped through the basement window. Before I had left, I stole five hundred dollars from the safe in the basement. He was an alcoholic, but he used to work for Google, so he was pretty much a millionaire. The fresh air hit me like a bomb. I was free. But where to go?

(Time skip lol)

"That'll be $12.45 please." Said the cashier of the gas station. I pulled out and twenty dollar bill and handed it over. He smiled and handed me the bag of various things.

"Here's your change, have a nice day!" As I walked out, I put the rest of my money in the wallet I just bought and took a sip of my Diet Coke. The sun was just coming up as I walked toward road. Suddenly, I saw a dark figure running at me. When it was closer, I realized it was a man. He was wearing rags, a cigarette hanging between his yellow teeth. I turned to run but was too late. The man grabbed me and threw me to the ground. He pounded me in the stomach and tried to get to the wallet. I tried to kick him, but he punched me in the jaw. Stinging with pain, I opened my mouth and screamed for help. I lay there, barely breathing and trying to keep the guy from getting to the only source of money I had.

Finally, my cries were heard. A boy, about 3 years older than me, came running up to me and the mugger. He punched the man in the stomach and kicked him in the soft spot. Out of anger, the man pulled out a knife and threw it at the boy. The knife grazed the brown haired boy and he charged again. This time, the mugger was knocked out. Then my "hero" called the cops.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly, his brown eyes almost tearing up.

"I... I think so...."

I blushed even thought it was cheesy.

"I'm going to take you to the hospital, okay?"

"Sure, but I don't know you're name."

"I'm Preston, let's go. You look really beat up"

"Thank... you"

We joked around for about five minutes but before I could tell him my running away, the world went dark.

**Sorry if you might think the first few chapters seem slow, but we are just getting started ;) **