Runaway l.h

"You lost your MetroCard?"

I pulled my hood down once I reached the subway. I fixed my beanie and hurriedly walked to the doors to swipe my card.
"Uh excuse me?" I look up to see a tall boy, with his hood up and sunglasses on. That was strange since it wasn't raining here under ground and it surely wasn't sunny outside.
"Yes?" I responded dragging out the 's' waiting for him to respond so I could get the hell out of here.
"I've lost my metro card, when you swipe it could I maybe use yours after you?" Although I was in a rush I figured I might as well let the poor boy use my card.
"You lost your metro card?" I ask him, confirming what he just said and he shook his head.
"Yeah, I must've left it at home somewhere" He explains and takes off his sunglasses. Now that I get a good look at his face, he's kinda cute. He looks around my age, I see some blonde hair poking out underneath his hood, he has blue eyes and it looks like he hasn't shaved in a few days.
"Yes you can use it, now I really have to go somewhere so I'd really appreciate it, if you hurried" I give him a rushed smile, as I swipe my card and walk through hitting my stomach on the bar and wincing. I look back and hand it to him, he swipes it and walks through.
"Thank you" He hands it back to me and I smile at him, putting it on my purse.
"No worries, see you around" I give a light wave, knowing that my last sentence was a lie, I wouldn't be seeing him around. I was leaving, and for good. I walk towards the station I'll be waiting for and check my clock. 2:12am. It's not that busy here in the Subway, it's kinda scary when there's hardly anyone but a few homeless people. I see the Subway pulling up, I inch near it as it makes a complete stop. I wait for the doors to open, and once they do I'm the first person inside. I walk to a row and sit down. Checking my clock again, it's 2:15. I place my bag with clothes and a couple bottles of water next to me. I look inside my wallet and see about $1200. I can stay in a motel the first few nights and try to find a job. Get settled, rent an apartment. I'll be happy. I'll have to buy a new phone too, since I left mine at my house so my parents can't track me down. I lean my head against the window as a tear streams down my face as I recall the past night.

My dad got home around 12, totally hammered. My mom didn't give a damn and I was ironing the clothes.
'you aren't doing it right' my dad yells at me.
'I'm doing it perfectly fine!' I scream back at him, he always criticizes me on ironing the clothes. He'll usually smack me around a little, being the abusive father he is, but I never thought he'd go this far. My dad picks up the iron and hits me in the stomach causing me to yelp in pain. My shirt tearing apart and my skin welting up. I already knew I was bleeding and it'd probably leave a scar.
'I can't do this anymore!' I look at my mom on the couch, who just put out her cigarette.
'And you! You're my mother for christ sake! you let him throw me around like some rag doll! to hell with both of you. I'm moving in with Michael! I hope the two of you burn in hell, fück you both' I scream as tears stream down my face. I run away from them, packing all of my things. I grab a wash cloth and dab it over the now swelling stinging skin. I cry even harder. I grab my now packed bag and open the window. We have a one story house so I'll be okay if I jump out. I hop out and run to my dads car. Smart enough, before I ran to my room I grabbed my dads car keys. I drive until I'm about 10 minutes to Michael's house and park in a ghetto neighborhood, leaving the car door open with the keys in it. I grab my stuff and hop out. I run the 2 miles to Michael's house and bang on his door. He opens it, and doesn't look very happy.
"Lis, great you're here. I needed to talk to you" He looks at me with pity, and my heart almost drops in my stomach, I already know what's coming. Before I even enter his house I spit out the 6 worded question I never wanted to have to ask him.
"Are you breaking up with me?" He shamefully looks down and I start crying again, for what felt like the 15th time tonight.
"I'm sorry.." He starts to say before I cut him off.
"I got to go" I run to the nearest Subway station.

I blink away the tears as I hear someone sitting across from me. It's the boy who lost his MetroCard. I give him a slight smile and he speaks up.
"We meet again" I giggle
"Indeed we do" I give him a slight smile as he sits up straighter. I then realize he's got a bag with him too and get curious. He notices my curiosity and speaks.
"Long story" He says, I raise my eyebrows at him. He sees my bag, and it's his turn to raise his eyebrows at me.
"Long story" I mimic him and blow out a huff.
"We've got a long ride to Boston. I have time" he tells me and I look up at him, for some reason I trust him.
"I don't even know your name" I confess, how was I supposed to tell him my life story in 10 minutes if I didn't even know who this boy was.
"I don't know your name either, but names aren't really important" He tells me and I give him an understanding face.
"You're right. But they identify who you are, your name is you" I speak and he responds,
"What if I don't want to be me? What if I want to be someone else? That's why I'm leaving. To start over. I don't need to know your name and you don't need to know mine." I can already tell this boy will be a mystery.
"So, you really won't tell me who you are?" I ask him,
"Precisely, but wouldn't you rather get to know me? or at least the me I want to be?" He asks and I giggle.
"That rhymed" I tell him and giggle even more as he dry laughs at me.
"Guess I was a poet and didn't even know it" He cheekily winks and we laugh even more.
"God, that was the first time I've truly laughed in a while" I confess to him, putting my head down.
"It's okay, I don't even laugh. You're the first person to make me laugh, well since forever." I look up at him and smile.
"So no name, Wanna get to know each other?" I ask him and he grabs his bags and plops down right next to me. I take that as a yes so I ask my first question.
"You're running away?" I ask,
"precisely" he tells me.
"What are you running from?" I ask him,
"The law" his first straight forward answer he's given to me all night, I wish it wasn't this one. I gulp and look up at him. He's running from the law. He must've done something bad. Did he murder someone? Is he selling drugs? Did he steal
"The hearts of many girls? Yes." He finishes my sentence and I just realized I've been saying all of this out loud. I immediately blush and my hand goes to cover my mouth.
"Don't worry, it wasn't me. I'm being framed and it's working, so I have to leave." He finishes his reason of why he's running.
"And you think they won't check Boston?" I ask him, crooking my head to the side.
"Oh, they will. Boston is just a stop for me. I'm going to Switzerland. Andermatt Switzerland." He tells me and my eyes almost fall out of his head.
"Wow and I thought going a few states over was rebellious" I tell him and he cracks a smile.
"Come with me" He tells me and I look up at him with wide eyes.
"Why?" I ask him, Switzerland? How could I ever go to Switzerland. That's so far away.
"There's something about you, I'm thinking I should keep you around for a while." He confesses to me and I smile. I don't even know this boy's name or anything about him, but I intend to figure out everything about him. In Switzerland.

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a/n hey guys ok this is a new story and it's a Luke story if you couldn't catch on by the cover :// Yes yes we already know he is the one and only Luke Hemmings but you'll get to find out her name soon in the story :DD I'm excited for this story yayy, make sure to comment and tell me what you think:)