Runaway

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I awoke to the sound of the wind knocking against my tree house and rain pattering on the roof.

I was alone, laying in the bed of my humble abode. Alone, being the key word. Dakota wasn't here, surprisingly.

Dakota was the first thing that came to mind and was the thing that made my day start off horrible. Thinking about him made my head hurt yet my heart flutter.

I have to go see him. I finally got my best friend back. Or did I ruin what we could've had? I just need to talk to him, to hear his voice, to see his face, even if it's not the face I remember.

Wait, how did I even get here? The last thing I remember was falling asleep on his front door step. Did he carry me through the woods? Wait what time is it?

I look over to the clock that proudly sits on my nightstand. It read 10:14 a.m.

He must've carried me home last night.

The thought of that instantly washed away the anger that pained my heart. I sat up in bed, only a small amount of pain washing over me from the bruised muscles and bones. I slowly reached over and grasped the tall glass of ice cold water that conveniently enough, wasn't there when I left here the other day. Dakota must've done that.

I gently got myself out of bed and made my way to my drawer to change out of my bra and undies and into something more comfortable for lounging around in this cold, rainy weather.

I slipped on a loose, baby pink top and a pair of grey leggings.

I wanted to go see Dakota but I figured I could use a day to process what happened last night. Also, I don't think I'm in any shape to walk through the woods right now. And it's pouring, might I add.

I trudged back to my messy yet comfy bed. I sat on the side closest to my nightstand, so one leg was folded under the leg that was hanging off the side of the bed. I reached over slowly and grasped the picture frame that sat on the nightstand.

I examined the photo carefully. It was a photo of Dakota and I in the basement of my old house. We were sat in a pile of blankets a pillows. The tv was playing Lilo & Stitch in front of us. All you could see was the silhouette of us facing towards the tv, my head resting on his shoulder.

I had tucked this photo in the nightstand drawer when Dakota first came up here. I didn't want him seeing anything that gave away hints about my life or who I am. That doesn't matter now considering he knows everything about me.

I sat there for a long time just staring at that photo, reliving the memory over and over in my head. Those were the simpler times, yet they weren't simple at all. My memory from before I ran away was extremely blurry. Sometimes certain things trigger different memories and some things come back to me but it's all just a huge blur.

I don't quite remember how I got out of whatever situation I was in. I don't even remember why I had to get out of that situation, or even what that situation was. Maybe Dakota knows...

At that thought, I heard a knock at the door. I froze in panic.

"Beth? You in there?" A familiar voice called out.

Dakota.

I slowly hopped out of bed and made my way to the door. Hearing his voice excited me but then I remembered what he did to me and my heart turned cold.

"What do you want?" I asked in a cold, sharp tone.

"C'mon Beth. Can we talk? I need to see you," He pleaded.