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Chapter 120 - Spot x Race

Running Away
Ship - Sprace
Era - Modern
Triggers - Injuries, child abuse, crying and running away.

Spot stepped towards Race, cupping his face as he frowned at the black eye forming. "Run away with me, Toni."

"What?"

"You can't keep letting him hurt you like this. It's getting real bad."

"Where would we go? He hates your guts and practically runs the town. We'd never get away with it."

Spot pressed his forehead against Race's, closing his eyes and breathing.

"I got emancipated," he admitted. "I've got a crappy apartment in New York. An old lady with cats owns it and when I explained everything about my parents she said she'd give it to me as long as I do some work and go to school. She's gonna let me stay there."

Race blinked, pulling away from Spot and holding him at arm's length. "What- how?"

"I told them everything about them. The abuse, the drugs and my sister. I just said everything and they granted me emancipation."

Spot placed his hands on Race's shoulder and squeezed. "I swear, no matter what, I'm getting you out of that house. When can you leave?"

Race shook his head. There was no way he'd ever get away with it and if he tried, and failed, his life would be ten times worse than it already was. He couldn't do this.

"Spot, I can't. He'll kill me."

"I'm not taking no. When?"

Race sighed, "Friday. I can say I'm going to my church friend's house for the weekend and we can leave."

Spot nodded. "Good. What about school?"

"I'll forge a note and say I've gotta leave early for a dentist appointment after first period," Race suggested. "Then I'll meet you and we can leave."

"Okay. I'll buy us bus tickets. Two bags," Spot stated, he never broke eye contact with Race, making sure the plan was clear. "Put your clothes in your big duffel and anything else in your school backpack. Got it?"

Race hummed. "Think so."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight, Toni."

"Goodnight, Sean."

Race looked around before he pressed a quick kiss to Spot's cheek. He failed to notice the shadow in the front window of his house with all the lights turned out.

"Be safe," Spot called as Race walked up the driveway. Race turned, flashed a cheeky smile and swore he would be.

When he entered the house his father was stood waiting for him as soon as he opened the door.

"Why were you with Sean Conlon? I thought I told you you weren't to speak to him ever again."

"He was just asking me something about a school project. That's all it was."

"Then why were you kissing him?" his father asked, an expression on his face that always meant Race was in for it.

Race's heart stopped. He'd known it was stupid to kiss Spot, even if just on the cheek, especially in front of his own house. Nothing ever seemed to escape his father.