Don't hurt me.

Chapter 18

Here I am on the train running from my problems. I wish I could escape them completely but I know the demons of the past will haunt me forever. What I'm doing is pure craziness. But fuck it.

I headed to London then I'm not sure what I'll do. I have some mates there but I don't plan on staying there long. I want to get far enough away that no one will find me. I wanna go somewhere where I have no ties. I want to go to America. I have the money and a fake I.D. I could do it. Fuck! Maybe I will.

I put my earbuds in to block out the chatter of the train. Music starts playing and soothes me as I drift off.

I'm jolted awake by the train stopping. I stand pulling my backpack on and grabbing my skateboard, I walk off the train. Pulling my beanie out of my back pocket and put it on my head I head down the street not knowing where to.

I vaguely remember going to London with my dad. We'd wake up early and get on the train then spend the whole day here shopping and just having fun. I remember London was the first time I got turned on to skating. My dad took me to the skate park and I saw all the guys skating and knew I wanted to do that. That day my dad bought me my first board. It's one of my best memories.

I decide to head towards the skate park. I'm sure I'll know someone there. I head down the street blending with the crowd. I get on my board and start pushing it. I build up the speed and start weaving through the crowd earning dirty looks and what not. Ah fuck. I don't care.

I reach the skate park and kick my board up and catch it, walking into the park. I spot my mate Brett and walk over. "Aye mate remember me?" I say cheekily. "Of course mate, how could I forget ya Des?" He retorts as we do a handshake bro hug thing. "Good thing haha. Anyway I was wondering if I could crash at your place, you see I kinda ran off...." I trailed off rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly. "Sure thing. My mum doesn't care." He says with a smile. "Ah thanks Brett. You're a life saver!" I grin as I start to skate.

Finn's P.O.V.

"Finn Harvey Collins! Come here this instant!" My mum yelled at me. The fuck does she want damn? Yelling isn't needed I have a fucking hangover. "Shut the fuck up mum!" I yell back, putting a pillow over my head. I hear the door swing open. I pull the pillow from my head and squint at the doorway. Finally focusing I see my mums angry stature. "Mum what the fuck do you want?" I saw rather rudely. "Do you know where Des is?" She asks angrily. "No, why would i? I mean isn't he in his room?" I ask, panic rising. Fuck. What if he's dead. "A lot of his clothes are missing and his skateboard and backpack. Do you think he ran off?" She asks. "Probably Mum. He didn't like your rules." I begin. "Now get out I'm tired." I finish as she leaves.

Fuck. Des is gone. This is bad. Really bad.