THE RUNAWAY

THE RUNAWAY, 1 - AM . ALI

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It's been more than a year moving back and forth between foster homes, with lost files of my documented life that has been misplaced or has become destroyed. This time around, I thought that I found home, I thought that I was safe for more than a while but I was wrong.

This time prying hands was more provoke than ever, inching higher and higher by more than just by my knees.

I think at the moment I saw red, I saw a girl on a hell-bent mission to leave, to escape without anything and I thought was going to get far but I didn't, until he found me, carried me back to his home and did his ungrateful sin without permission.

The next day he really turned into the mighty storyteller of fibs with his dirty tongue to his beloved, too bad she was so blinded by his white lied charms, I really wished she could see through his façade before he does it again and again and again to someone else, someone other than me. Or, maybe she did know what her husband was up too and chose denial as her saving grace but either way I was pinned as the liar and she, became the mad woman that her small town will forever whisper about.

"A, Mrs Evans is here for you." the police officer looks at me shaking his head, I sat up from the creaky chair trying to wipe off the dry blood at the corner of my mouth.

"A next one." an officer whispers

"Infidelity seems to be like the trend of this town." another officer comments to his colleague.

I am led to an empty room, as I enter a slap echoes the room.

"Child, the Smiths did you a favour by taking you in, why did you have to go and soil everything for yourself and most importantly for me." Mrs Evans rattles.

"I am sorry." I stammer

"But they lied." I say stuttering to stand up for myself.

"I know, mostly wives like that do that in order to keep their marriage together but except it becomes nothing but a black hole full of denial, misery and loneliness." Mrs Evans says sucking at her teeth.

"They'll get what's coming for them." Mrs Evans says walking out of the room.

As, I followed her out "What happens now?" I ask.

"You've aged the foster system, where you don't need a foster home but since you have nowhere to go I will make a deal with you." Mrs Evans clicks her tongue.

"I will allow you to stay at the home but you have to be responsible for your future. I will see if I would be able to get a monthly stipend for you and you will be responsible on how you spend it." She says sternly like a bug she wants to squash.

Within a week, I was forced to befriend others at the home, I didn't notice anyone who was still in the system when I was here. But the new foster were sure an interested bunch that made me all feel a wonder of emotions.

But, what I was mostly inquisitive about was the golden star of this home, Alexandre Lucas-Perry Pierre. Everyone seemed to have taken a liking to him apparently, all except me. I was told his mother passed away two half years ago and that he's a bastard child, where his father paid Mrs Evans a hefty amount to keep here.

Mrs Evans doesn't shy away from always flaunts and warning everyone that they should butter up to Alexandre because his bastard of a father's money is what keep this foster home running.

I am twenty-eight and nothing really hasn't changed besides that I have a social sciences degree that I never really use instead I work at a coffee shop and I still live at the foster home more so Mrs Evans home.