I Am Yours

Chapter 2: Russo

Aria
It's been a month.

A month since Andrew left me, alone to face the wrath of our father.

I have to find him

And anyways I don't want to have to live like this, like a scared 19 year old.
~
It's just pass midnight and I have packed 1 backpack filled with necessities like extra clothes,  food water, my phone, money etc.

I slowly open my bedroom door and I looked both ways down the corridor before stepping out into the open.

My fathers' door was shut.

I crept towards the staircase and made my way down, while taking the car keys from the stand nearby.

I twist the key inside the key hole to unlock the door an-

"Hey! Aria where are you going, come back you piece of shit!" My father growls not far behind me.

I quickly burst open the door and run towards my car and speed off down the street.

I could see my father get into his car in the distance.

My heart was pounding in my chest, the sound of thunder and lightning doing nothing to block it out.

He caught up to me.

I pressed down on the pedal harder and took a sharp turn to the right, the roar of the engine ringing behind me.

My breath turned shallow and fast and my hands gripped the steering wheel even harder.

I took another sharp turn in hope to lose him.

When it did exactly that, I let out a sigh of relief and eased on the speed and held the steering wheel more softly, as my hands hurt from the tight hold.

I had no idea where I was going but I did know I was getting away from that house.

It's time to search for Andrew.

~

It's been 7 hours and i'm still on the roads.

We originally lived in New Mexico and my destination is California, Los Angeles.

Andrew has always wanted to go there so that's the first place I will go look for him.

It approximately takes 12h so I have about 5 more hours to go.

Yet I will need to take a break and get some gas.

And maybe sleep.

I love sleeping. The only love of my life.

~

After my 1 hour nap I'm back on the road.

Amazing, am I right?

I put on some Lana Del Rey, max volume of course and started screaming the lyrics the rest of the way there.

Without even realising it, I finally made it to Los Angeles.

I really do hope I can find my brother here.

~

In all this planning and running away, I completely forgot I had no place to actually stay. And with the money I have I will definitely not be able to afford to live in a hotel or some shit.

Fuck. Me. Now.

While in a fit of rage, I slam my hand down on the steering wheel. I have serious anger issues.

Anyway... It's quite pretty here. But I have no idea where I'm supposed to go.

I probably should have planned this before becoming a runaway.