Imperfectly Perfect [Book 1] ~ {A TBNRfrags fanfic} COMPLETED

5- Caitlins POV

It's really dark out, and I don't know where to go. I'm alone, truly alone. And nobody is here to help me this time. My arms feel heavy, and my eyes are starting to droop. I need a break.

I look around for a perfect spot, or at least an alley. A few yards ahead, I spot one. I drag my suitcase behind me and make my way over to it. I look around. It's pitch black. Good; I won't be spotted.

I sigh and go in the farthest corner. I grab a blanket from out of my suitcase and lay down, falling into a light sleep.
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I wake up at the crack of dawn. I need to keep moving; knowing my dad, he's going to be looking for me, claiming that he is "afraid for my life," and that "he's an innocent man looking for his daughter." Lies. All plain lies. I hate him.

I stretch my legs and get up. My stomach growls. Fudge, I brought no food, and I haven't eaten in a few days. I open my suitcase and realize that I never ate that granola bar. After much searching, I come out victorious. Thank god. I take three bites and put it away, and keep walking, in no particular direction.
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I've been walking for two hours already, and I need a break. I sit down, and before I know it, I'm fast asleep.
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12 hours. I've been sleeping for 12 hours. And I can't get up. Exhaustion is still in my bones. Before I can think, again I fall asleep.
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7 hours. I've been asleep for another 7 hours. I think I'm good, so I decide to keep moving.

Its 10:00 at night and I've been walking for another two hours. It's dark out. I think about my family, and how abusive dad was. I suddenly remember my arm. All this thinking and sleeping has made me forget, but I feel the pain. I can't move it.

I find another alley, cleaner than the one I slept in a few hours ago. I sit down and look through my suitcase, finding an old Tshirt. I wrap it around my arm and let the tears fall.

A few hours later, I am fast asleep.
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I wake up to something I wasn't expecting; well, two things.

My phone going off, and a gang heading my way.