RUN RABBIT RUN. (BXB)

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT. Sorry.

WRENLEY RAUTHA.

Sorry.. sorry, sorry "SORRY!" fucking sorry..
That damn word that goes into my psychy.. a curse that won't "FUCK OFF!" I snap.
Sorry's just a word to get out of something, to dodge trouble when you've been called out.
Sorry's a five letter disgrace that shouldn't even need to be used.
It should be abolished from the fucking dictionary.
"Actions do speak louder than words.." I whisper.
My teeth clench together as I stand over Liam's lifeless body, his eyes wide open, having the audacity to look at my with that look of hatred.
I narrow my eyes at the bastard, dropping the bloody hammer to the floor, I take in a deep breath before stepping over his lifeless body.
"I'm sorry too.. dad." I scoff walking further into the house I never really called home "It wasn't my fucking fault that she died!" I blink at my own outburst before heading up the stairs and to my room.

I grab some clothes and shove them into a backpack, I pause when I notice her letters.. mom's letters.. I crouch down and take the box out of my closet, I take out one of the letters, it has the number eightteen on it, eighteen letters, one for every birthday untill I would have been eighteen, I'm nineteen now.. it shouldn't count.
Not when I was stuck in that fucking basement.
I open the letter and sit down, my knees to my chest.

Dear Wrenley,

If you're reading this it means you've turned eighteen, that is if you stuck to the rules of my letters.
You're all grown up now my son, I wish I could have been there with you to celebrate.
Growing up must have been hard but I know you're surrounded by people who love and care for you lots.
I have so many questions and I'm sure you do too.
So many questions that will be left unawnsered.

A tear drops onto the paper before I scrunch it up into a ball and toss it to the wall, not wanting to finish it.
I sniff before wiping my arm across my face and standing up.
I change my bloody clothes and wash the blood off my hands and face.
I sling my bag over my shoulder and unscrew the cap off the fuel ton, drowning the letters in the liquid before leaving my room, letting the liquid trail behind me as I make my way down the stairs before I do the same with Liam's body and make my way outside, I turn to look at the house one last time before I flick the wheel on my lighter, tossing it into the hallway before I pull the door shut and walk over to my motorcycle.

My engine growls as the house starts crackling behind me, I rev the engine before pulling away from the house which will soon be nothing but black dust and forgetable memories.
I stop by the bank and cash out the check my grandparents had left me, enough to get by for a few weeks.
I continue my way to the airport.
Spain.
I'm going to spain.
I've never actually been outside of america even tho the goverment is absolutely fucked.

I'm at the ticket box when a chill runs up my spine.
Ah yes there it is, the feeling of being watched.
Turning around I take in the crowd.
It's only been a few hours since I left Raiden's house.. mansion thing whatever you want to call it.
He said he's give me three days.. but we all get impatient sometimes tho, don't we?
I get my ticket and continue on my way.

The plan is to rent a motel for a few nights, get a job, find an apartment with a roommate so I can actually afford it.
Start a new life, somehow learn spanish really fucking fast.
I'm probably the slowest person in existence when it comes to languages so I'm just gambling here.
I look at the ticket in my hand "Antino airline.." I read under my breath.
Never heard of it.

On the plane I start looking at jobs on my phone that don't require speaking spanish.. which seems to be harder than I expected.
Either way I need a job, fast.