Don't Run Away

Chapter 4

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This is my next chapter (YAY)! I am sorry that there are only a few right now, the story is probably better if you can read it from start to end.

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Amanda's POV

Mom wasn't home when I got back from school; and that sure made my job a whole lot easier. I could peacefully pack up all of my valuable things, and then be on my way.

Thanks to mom's absence, I was on schedule. I just had to head to Charles Street. But there was something stopping me from just... leaving. And I couldn't put my finger on it; at first.

I realized that even though my angry feelings towards mom are definitely sure, I still had undecided feelings for Tyson. Could I really just leave without even saying goodbye?

The answer to that was simple; no. I could at least give Tyson the courtesy to say goodbye. And I planned on doing just that.

So that is how I got here, standing on Tyson's doorstep, suitcases in hand.

"A-amanda?" He stuttered as soon as he saw me.

"In the flesh." I nervously reply.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, stepping onto the porch and shutting the door behind him. I take a second to look at my watch. I gnaw on my bottom lip and take a step off the stairs, then I hop back on unsure of what to do.

"I-I... this is stupid. I shouldn't of come here. I'm sorry Tyson this is a waste of time," I head back for the sidewalk but he grabs my arm and spins me around.

"Wait," He pauses to look my in the eye. "Why do you have suitcases?" I look down at my bulging bags. "Amanda. Tell me."

"Tyson... " I look away for a minute. "I can't stay here any more."

His eyebrows crease in confusion. "What is that supposed to mean? Where can't you stay?"

I start biting my lip again. "I can't stay here. In Phoenix. I... I am moving to L.A." I stand there waiting for a reply, but he stays silent. "Tyson-"

"So were you just gonna' leave?" He interrupts. "Nothing said?"

"No, no, that's why I came here. To say goodbye."

"Oh." He looks up at the sky, tears forming in his eyes. He puts his hands behind his head and awkwardly laughs, shaking his head. "I mean that little to you huh?"

"Oh my gosh Tyson no! I just need this time, you understand, right?"

"No." He spits. My head jolts back in shock. "No, you can't do this. I am coming with you."

"Tyson-"

"Amanda. I am serious. I, I actually want to."

"No Tyson. You can't come. I'm sorry..." I start turning for the road but he stops me, once again.

"Wait! Wait... I, I have to come with you."

"You can't force me to let you." I realise how stupid that sounded after its already too late, honestly, he could just come if he wanted to. But he doesn’t seem to notice. He stays quiet, thinking. "I have to go, I'll be late." I turn around to leave.