Runaway Groom

01

Running has always been my thing ever since I was a kid.

Running makes my blood rush through my veins with adrenaline. I like that feeling. It makes me feel.. I feel alive.

The sound of my steps on the ground, the vibration of my body every time I land, feels like magic.

A lot of things happened to me because of running. I got injured. I got sick. I often stumble upon people and get into fights. I got into marathons. I got to compete. I got medals. I got trophies. I was recognized. I was praised. But the best thing that ever happened to me, was I met Bianca.

I wasn't running for a trophy or something when I met her. I was running away from home.

My parents are always fighting. Throwing vases and plates and anything they can throw at each other. They argue about almost everything.

My sister, Ava, dresses like she's a darn stripper in a night club. She goes home any time she feels to. 2am. 5am. 10pm. Any time at all. She smells awful every time she comes home. It's like a combination of puke and alcohol with at side of smoky scent. She's just 16.

Our house is always a mess. A wreck. It's more likely to be a miracle coming home and be greeted with a pleasant scenery.

And that's the thing.

My family is not like that at all. It's the exact opposite.

So why the hell did I ran away?

I got scared of it. The almost perfection of my family. It's a bit terrifying. And I feel obliged to be almost perfect.

But I can't.

I want a taste of life. I want to feel something I have never felt before. I want something different for just a moment. And I thought running away from it will help me find what I want.

I'm pathetic. I know. I'm stupid and I don't make any sense.

But I still ran away. I was running basically to nowhere. I just ran.

And I felt alive. Alone, but alive.

Then ..

"Aw!" I bumped into something. Or should I say someone.

"Watch it, will ya? Geez." This dark brown haired girl stood up and brushed away the dirt on her jeans. She gave me this odd look on her face and I supposed it should scare me or something.

But it just made me laugh. And no one has ever made me laugh so easily.

"You're laughing?! Unbelievable. What are you even doing this late at night?" She scrunched up her nose and fixed her shirt.

"Bag? Running? Midnight? Hello? You're the one I should be asking that. What are you even doing here outside?" I carried my bag higher and she smiled and shook her head. I don't know why but she smiled.

"Oh. So you're running away. I'm just on my way home from the cem-- uhm, from the, from my friend's house. I kinda lost track of time and-- Hey, wait a minute, why am I explaining myself to you? Who are you, anyway?"

I gave her a smirk. Being amused at how talkative she is.

"Adam. Adam Harvey. You are?" She creased her forehead and gave me a questioning look.

"You're Adam Harvey? From the track and field? Runner Harvey? Harvey 21?"

Is she my stalker? Even my jersey number? Oy.

"Yeah, why?" Then I received a slap that made my brain wobble.

"What was that for?!" I held on to my burning cheek and backed away from her. This girl's nuts.