"Catch me if you can"
Matilda Colombo had been running her entire life, until it all came to a crashing ending. Being caught was not her thing, and everyone knew it, or so they thought that they did. Living in the unsafe outskirts of Los Angeles, w...
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| Matilda Colombo |
"This is going to be the biggest mistake of my life" I groaned, lying on the floor of Audrey's bedroom, as I had given up on staying in my own house, with my mother hanging around. Now, on a normal Saturday night, I would be working until the early hours, just like most days of the week that I was not forced to be in the dance studio by Mila and Rico, bit instead, they had closed the diner for the weekend, after I had told them that I could run it by myself for the weekend, so that they would still be able to pay for their trip at the end of the year.
But, they had insisted, and forced me into Audrey's awaiting hand, as she dragged me back to hers, forcing me into a scandalous outfit, before she was sitting me in her desk chair, forcing a light dusting of makeup on top of the makeup that was already on my face, like every other day. It was there, to cover the ugly truth of the life that I lived, that no one could ever know about.
"Don't say that. Get up, I need to fix these curls that you have ruined from lying on the floor, before the boys come and walk us there" I was then dragged up, before the curling iron was forced into my blonde locks, as I stared at the person that I saw in the mirror. The girl that stared back at me was not the same girl that I saw every day, and I smiled softly at her, knowing that this was the girl that I would rather see everyday, happy and pretty, than the tired and boring girl I saw every other day of the week.
"There" Audrey admired her work, before her father was calling for us, telling us that the boys were here. Audrey grabbed her bag, as I grabbed my phone, slipping it into back pocket of the short skirt I was wearing, before the two of us were walking down, bidding her father goodbye, as the boys than worried over the two of us. Hudson was about to force a jumper over my head, but I held up the leather jacket I had stolen from my mother before she had covered it in her drugs, as he then told me to put it on.
I just shrugged my shoulders, before Audrey was grabbing my hand, as the two of us ran off, laughing, while the boys just continued to talk like the old men that they were. Even though the party was a few streets over, it was like the pounding of the music was within me, and my heart, as we danced to the imaginary music, before it became real. The throbbing in my ankle had not died down over the past few days, so maybe this party was not a good idea, but that thought immediately flew out of my mind, as I entered the party, being squashed between so many bodies of those that I had seen at school.
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I had been distracted, by dancing with some of my friends from school, with Audrey constantly at my side, hanging onto Caleb, that I did not notice that the older boys that were always in the diner when I was there, were now being surrounded by some of the younger boys that I had served the other day, that had come in with some older men in suits. They too, had once been dressed in suit pants and polo shirts, but were now in linen pants and a expensive shirt, that I was sure would cost more than my monthly rent.
