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On the Run | Killian Hayes Short Story

This is for my friend's birthday cause boy do she love this high yellow man 😂
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It was impossible for Killian to stay out of trouble. This event would be the one to change his life. He had gotten caught up in a dangerous underground Street ball ring and now here he was out of breath and running toward almost nowhere.

It all started when Ricky and Gabe, his friends from primary convinced him he was too good to be balling and not getting paid for it. This is where they formed a three man team. It started with a few simple games and then the crowds began to form, soon they were on a winning streak and the money came in faster than they could stuff it into their pockets. It was a young boy's dream. Killian was freshly 18 and had a long life to live.

That's if he made it back home.

His heart was beating 160 mph as he pushed further and further through the streets of Cholet.

His grandmother was going to kill him.

His interesting family life was why he was in France with his grandma and cousins. His parents were in the states but separated. He would rather be anywhere but in the rain running for his life.

"Take off those dirty shoes Illy!" Rocha scolded as she hit the young man on the head with a rolled up newspaper. "Why are you running in my home with no real coat on anyways?"

Trying to catch his breath, he tried thinking of what to tell the wise French woman. He didn't want to scare her but he knew the Evelle family would be looking for him soon. Travis and Tron Evelle were privileged and mediocre at best when it came to playing on the court. They didn't like Killian because of who he was and the fact he was physically better than them at everything.

"Nana, I need help." Killian never wanted to admit defeat but at this moment, he needed a miracle more than anything. The look in his eyes let the 75 year old woman that she needed to do something and quickly.

"Pack, now."

"Huh?"

"NOW KILLIAN, PACK NOW." Rocha yelled. His heart wouldn't slow down as he tossed his favorite sneakers in a suitcase first, he needed to be practical about what he was taking with him but refused to do anything without his kicks. The time seemed to slow down as he tried to find his most important possessions.

Rocha called her eldest son to take his nephew to the airport. No questions were asked during this time, Killian couldn't speak. His life was changing and there was nothing he could do about it. The fact that this situation would either uproot him or kill him emphasized the severity of getting on the plane to America. He knew his grandmother was sending him to Georgia with his father and that was something he dreaded.

Two Days Later

Killian barely said two words to his father when he reached Savannah and DeRon understood, for now. He just wanted his son safe and if that meant the silent treatment, he would deal with that. DeRon owned a nice house that was secluded away from everyone, alot of the houses on Tybee Island were like that. The town was small and what attracted people the most was the pier and the beach. They all loved the beach.

"You know you'll have to get a job right?"

"Yeah, I know."

More than two words, progress?

"Danny Gamble owns a sports shop off the pier you could probably work at, I'll give him a call."

Danny Gamble was an old friend of DeRon's and when he moved from Florida to Georgia, they fell right back into step. Danny also had enough problems because for the summer he would be housing his newly sick mother and his niece who needed her own form of escape.

Killian grabbed the basketball toward the backdoor and made his way outside to use the court. This would be his way of finding enjoyment in his situation. He dribbled and shot a few times before he decided to go on a walk. The town wasn't completely quiet as he strolled past the homes and began to see small businesses. The lights from the pier caught his eye and he had no choice but to walk in that direction.

Neighbors waved as he passed and his usually cold demeanor lightened up as he waved back. The hood that once covered his curls had fallen and he sat on the beach to listen to the waves. He could hear off in the short distance that there was a group of people talking. He glanced over seeing a bonfire and a few people around his age dancing and laughing. A figure emerged from the darkness, speeding past him. From their build, he could tell it was a woman and from her body language, she was not in a good mood.

"Zera, come back!" He heard in the distance.

"Let her go, her attitude is nasty anyways." Another voice shouted.

"Azera!"

Of course Azera ignored her friends and kept walking away. Lucas was being an asshole and she didn't have time to be dealing with his shit when she had her own going on. Lucas was her little boo when she would visit her family in the summer and it had been that way for the last few years.

Nothing serious, but since they were legal now he wanted to claim her and prepare for a future. Azera lived in New York and didn't take him seriously, she saw him four months out of the year and that wasn't much to base a relationship around. His life was planned out for him and it made sense to settle down with someone he already dealt with.

Against Killian's better judgement, he walked to where she decided to sit.

"You okay?"

Azera looked over at the stanger and gave him the nastiest look. "I'm fine, you can move though." He knew Americans to be just as rude as the French so he was not surprised. He just didn't allow disrespect, no matter who it was. "Aye, you ain't gotta be a bitch about it. I was being nice to your mean ass." He had enough of the beach because his time there was no longer peaceful.

When he made it home, his father had a guest there. They were drinking beers on the porch.

"Damn Ron, he look just like you." Danny joked. "Son, this is Danny Gamble. Danny, this is my son Killian." The men firmly shook hands.

"Your father was telling me how you needed a job this summer?"

"Yes sir, I do."

"Well you got one. I'll see you at 9 am on Monday morning. There's a safety training meeting for all businesses on the pier so everyone your age with a summer job will be there."

He wasn't interested in meeting anyone new, the people he encountered already got on his nerves. They were loud and clearly had too much drama. He needed to lay low until things panned out back home. His plan was to return at the end of August.

"You'll be working with two other people, my nephew and niece."

Killian would later realize he would be in the middle of this town's gossip and secrets all because he took a gamble when he went on the run.