Sober

Chapter 3: Runaways

Author's Note: I'm so sorry guys it has been awhile, things have gone on in my life and I needed a break from wattpad for a bit. I'm gonna try to update more often, since its been forever since I have updated this story. I hope all is well for you all. now on with the story(:

I opened my eyes, to see the darkness of the night. I looked to my bed side, my alarm clock said 3:54 am. I groaned, and tip toed to pack a bag.

I needed to leave this house, my mother could've killed me today, instead of that she just cut my arm. My arm was still in pain, but the blood finally stopped. My bed was stained with blood, and I began packing clothes. I packed a couple of shirts, pants, sweatshirts, sweatpants, bras, underwear, socks and shoes. I quietly went to the bathroom, just in case my mom was home, I threw my tooth brush and hair stuff in the bag.

Lastly was the living room, I grabbed my phone, which laid on the ground, screen broken a little bit. I grabbed my car keys and ran out the door quietly.

I saw my brother had left, went who knows where. I started my car quickly, seeing my mom's car was here in fact. I plugged my phone in and drove away. I started to call Bridget and she answered.

"Hey what's wrong?" she asked, yawning.

"I'm leaving my house for good, I need to move far away," I told her

"Delilah, you can't just drop everything and leave, she's gonna try and find you," I groaned and hung up.

I went to the nearest gas station to fill up my car. I didn't know where to go, I couldn't just go to a hotel, plus I was alone.

"I can't believe I'm gonna fucking do this," I sighed and called Blake. As much of an asshole he was, I knew he'd listen to me.

"Wow you are actual calling me Delilah," he spoke, in a tired voice.

"Look my mom abused me yesterday night, I need to leave and you are probably one of the only people who listen to me," I said, I can't believe I'm talking to him out of all the people I know.

"So you're basically asking me to run away with you," he asked, I could feel him smirking through the phone. I gagged.

"You and the rest of the gang, you can actual talk to them and they'll listen for some odd reason," I spoke

"Fine, where are you?" he asked

"The 7/11 near my house," I told him

"Meet me at the club, I'll convince them to come with us," he said and hung up.

I finished up filling my car up, paid and left to head to the club. I didn't know if this plan was gonna work or not, but it's worth a try.

I didn't get why she did this to me, sometimes I just wish I wasn't born. Why did she have to be my mother out of every person in the world, I fucking hate her.

Tears streamed down at these thoughts, why didn't I just have the guts to kill myself, the world would be better without me. Why couldn't I just throw myself off a bridge or suck pills down my throat. Why couldn't I just fit in one of the family's with the fit people, and have the perfect life. instead I was stuck in a hell, it's like a preview before I go to actual hell.

I pulled up to the club and started to break down. Why was life such a cruel place? What the hell did I do to deserve this bull shit.

I heard a knock on my window, I unlocked the car, forgetting it's the middle of the night and it could be a murderer, oh well.

"Are you crying?" The voice asked, I sniffled.

"No," I reply, Blake sits down on the other seat.

"The others think you're crazy, so if you still wanna do it, you got me," he smiled

"What about you and your girl?" I asked, wiping my tears.

"Eh, I knew from the start it wouldn't work out, so I've got a rule," he said, I glared.

"No phones, we could both get caught easily, and we stick together, no matter what," he said, I sighed.

"Can I keep my CDs?" I asked, he nodded and quickly grabbed my phone

"Wait I need to write numbers down," I said, he stared

"that's how we get caught," he said

"just my brothers and Bridget's,"

"fine, I'm gonna get my stuff," he walked out of the car shutting the door, I quickly wrote down their numbers, ready to give my phone up.

He came back, with two bags.

"Why you got two bags?" I asked, he smirked and grabbed my phone.

"one has money, the other has my personal stuff," he threw our phones in the trash and ran back to the car.

"Let me drive, you've been crying," I glared

"what the hell does that have to do with driving?" I asked

"Let me drive," he got out of the car and opened my door

"I'm capable of driving," I told him

"you need sleep,"

"no you," I replied, he then picked me up out of my car in bridal style and took me around

"let go of me ass fuck!" I yelled, he covered my mouth and set me in buckling me up.

"Get some sleep babe," he smirked, shutting the door. He went around and got in the car.

"So ready?" he asked, I sighed.

"yes," and we drove off, going to the unexpected places.