fivesos one shots

×Running Away× lh

Sherri P.O.V.

"Get out!"

I flinched at the volume of his voice. A beer bottle smashed the wall inches away from my head.

"But dad-"

"NO! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU LITTLE BITCH I DONT WANT YOU NEAR ME OR HER!" He pointed to his drunk girlfriend half naked on the couch.

Tears streamed down my face as I wished Mum was alive today. He screamed again as another beer bottle was thrown my way. I didn't flinch but it missed me by inches.

Quietly crying, I dashed up the stairs. Stuffing as much as I can in my bag including my phone i took one more look. Then I noticed my Mum and I's picture. Shaking my head i gently picked it up. Folding it neatly, I placed it in pocket.

Hearing small moans in the bedroom next to me, i made a disgusted face as I ran out of house stepping over glass.
The cold air hit me like a brick as I gently closed the door behind me. Hugging my jacket to my chest, i walked in the darkness.

Not a soul in sight. I shivered walking to the nearby park. I guess I'll sleep there.

The sound of my footsteps echoed through the neighborhood as my teeth chattered. I looked placing one foot in front of the other.

Looking straight ahead i spotted the dead street lamp. As I arrived in the park, I placed my bag on the small bench.

I shuddered as the wind picked up, the only light i had was the street lamp on the other side of the road.

I gently layed my head down on the bench. I layed there thinking over everything that's happened.

I was a nerd. A bookworm, people would call me. Though I wore dark clothes. Old band t-shirts. Ripped jeans. Dyed hair. Tattered Vans. No friends. Loud music. My home life was no better.

Mum died 2 years ago when i was 16. My dad was nice at first. Then he met Stacey.

She was 30 and a slut. And she looked like she was 22. I dont know what she did to herself, probably had plastic surgery or some shit.

She was a bitch herself. Treated me like shit. Er no, cross that off, she acted as if I wasn't even there.

And Dad? He got messed when Mum died. It tore him up. I don't blame him though. Then he completely changed. He drank away the good memories and started hooking up with random people.

He lost his job. Then I started working. At a bar..
I sniffled as a stray tear trailed down leaving my cheeks wet.

Suddenly a figure hovered over me. Scared, I didn't move until I heard the familiar voice.

"Cherry?" No one called me Cherry except my Mum and Luke. And I wanted to keep it that way.

"Luke.." I sprung up.

He gave me a weak smile. He had a beanie tugged over his head as he too, had a small bag slung over his shoulder. He sat at the opposite end of the bench awkwardly placing his bag beside mine.

Luke and I met at the bar. He was there, drinking away his sadness. Then we talked about our fucked up lives.

"Why are you here?" I whispered, shifting a little so I can sit up.

"I...I'm running away...how bout you?"

"I got kicked out." I whispered.

He nodded opening his mouth to speak but closed it.

"Wh-what happened?" he whispered he murmured pulling a cigarette out.

"What are you doing?" I frowned, pointing to the cancer stick.

"It's a metaphor." he laughed lightly.

"Im serious Luke." I grumbled, a smile tugging at my lips. Why was I smiling?

He shrugged. I frowned swatting it down. He glared at me giving me the finger then pulling another one out.

I sighed running my fingers through my tangled hair.

Luke stared at the cigarette, then threw it on the ground. I stared intently at him as he just looked down staring at the cigarette.

"Don't smoke Cherry."

I nodded as I scooted over a little placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It'll kill you." he murmured meeting his eyes with me.

I just stared at him. He pulled his bag up slinging it over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Im running away." he muttered. "Why else would I have a bag?"

"Oh." I uttered looking down.

"You know what else?"

"What?" I questioned.

"Im running away with you."

"Wha-"

Before I could respond he crashed his lips onto mine. He let go of me and grabbed my bag.

"C'mon, let's bust out of here."

787 words. Sorry I'll do more later. :)