"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 |
Shrugging on the outstretched puffer jacket from my best friend, I take it with gratitude from him, even though deep down, I feel the need to give it back, but the glint in his eye tells me to take it. To keep it. Even in the darkened room, where he is standing before me, as I wanted to make a quick exit to make sure that I had everything from my house, and that it would be locked up, he moves towards me, gripping me gently.
I presumed that he would just give m a hug, except, I am tugged closer to him, as both of Hudson's hands were pressed either sides of my cheeks, as I he pressed his lips against my own. I was stunned, as I was sure that I was not pretty enough for any guy, including my best friends, to pull me in and kiss me like I was able to be loved.
That was what happened when you were made sure that you weren't even worthy to breathe around your own mother and her bastards that she called her boyfriends. The kiss lasted longer than I thought it would, as I was then tugged into his arms, as Hudson whispered "I have waited years to do that" and with that, I hugged him a little tighter, before I was stepping out of his hold, grasping his hand as I left in the dark, prepared for the next chapter of my life.
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"Spit that out!" one of my brothers spat at me, as I just kept the cigarette tugged between my lips, as I stood with my best friends jacket still on, with my bags leaning against my leg, as I just watched them, prepared to storm into my best friends house. There was no way I was letting them walk in there, once again, like they owned the place. My friends deserved to sleep in, and not have these rich fuckers thinking they owned everything they touched, including myself.
I continued to inhale the smoke from my cigarette, as finally the eldest of them all, turned from storming up the front drive, and turned to face me, right where I was sitting on the low brick fence that if you looked close enough, would have burn marks, blood splattered along it, and holes from gun shots being fired into the garden.
To say that I didn't live here in fear of being the next target, was an understatement. Did these people that called themselves my brothers, need to know that, when they were just about to storm into my best friends house, and demand everything from me, like I was there new prized possession that they could hold and had to share like a team trophy. Nah, they were never going to know anything about me, and that was how I was going to suffer through these next two years with these assholes.
Of course, I had been saving money for years now, to put aside to get away from this town when I turned 18 and had graduated school. Were these people going to stop me? No way. I didn't need their pride and ego to be following me, and I had never needed it, so if I had the money, I was going to use it to my advantage. The only thing that I didn't need to do now, was look after this place, the same place where my mother had left, fleeing from the life she had with me, probably to go and make a new one.
