Runaway

Chapter 2 - Running

I got out of bed and silently packed my things. I tried to make no sound which was quite easy because I was on the bottom floor.

Before exciting the room I glanced at my room one last time. Then I quickly turned away and went into the kitchen. I looked in the fridge and all the cupboards to find food and supplies to take with me. Once I had found enough, I turned to the pot on the side. In that pot contained all the money I had saved for the right moment - running away. I took out all of the money and stuffed it into my bag without even counting it. I didn't bother writing a note because I knew my dad would be too drunk to read it.

I made my way to the front door, still not quite believing I was running away. I opened the door so not to make it creak and made my way out.

The cold air hit me and I wrapped my scarf around me a little tighter. I walked as fast as I could to the train station, not looking back at the place I had once called home. When I got to the train station it hit me that the trains stopped after 10pm. I turned and sat on my the pavement and started to cry. My dream was to move to London because it was so big and my dad would never find me there.

It started to rain and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't go back home because my dad would beat me and I couldn't stay here because there was no way I could get to London that night. I sat with my head I my hands sobbing.

Suddenly, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see two young men above me. They both looked concerned. I didn't know what to say.
" Are you alright?" The first one said. He had a strange accent that sounded African but mixed with British.

I tried to nod but I ended up crying even more.