"Noah, you fucking dumbass, why did you do that?" my mom asked me as I walked into my living room.
"What did I do?" I asked, confused as to what the Hell she's talking about.
"You shouldn't have made the God damn oath. Now you have no future." my mother said, obviously livid.
" I owe her my life mom. Several times over, in fact. If you can't accept that, that's your problem." I explained.
My oath was to a friend that most call Lizzy. I swore on my dying breath to make sure she was okay regardless of whether I was living or dead. That meant that I unwittingly bound us together for the duration of her life, because she was likely to outlive me. Especially if she married me, because the women in my family tend to outlive their husbands, but that's a different matter.
"I don't care what you owe her. Just get out of it." my mother replied in a really bitchy tone.
" I can't." I said, making sure my tone had an edge of finality to it.
" Can't or won't?" she asked, livid as ever.
"Both. There is no way to get me out of the oath with me still being around in some form and I won't even if there was." I answered, going back to my room, grabbing all my knives, and messaging my friend Cherokeestorm.
Hey, how fast can you get me out of this world? I need to get as far away from everyone I know as I can. My mom will probably make everyone hate me because of my oath.
Hey.
I don't know.
It'll probably take a while and you should probably make sure you keep your oath.
I need to get out of here now. I can't stand my fucking mother anymore, and I have a few days before everyone else hates me to. I'll ask a friend to look after Lizzy while I'm gone.
Which one?
A guy named Swade. He's alright sometimes. If I don't come back I think she'll be in good hands.
Alright I'll see what I can do.
Meet me in Florence.
I'll have the transportation to get you away.
Alright meet me at the Harley dealership. Ik where it is and you can find it easily.
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ugh whatever
I'll meet you there
I put my phone in my pocket and grabbed my black leather bag. I didn't even look at my mother as I grabbed my car keys and walked out the door.
My Dodge Challenger roared to life as I turned the key. I put a CD from my CD case in the stereo, backed out of the driveway, and drove away.
