Beauty and The Bad Boy

Chapter 8

*Aubrey's P.O.V*
My backpack dug heavily into my shoulder. I stood at the airport gate, waiting to board the plane. the day before, I had decided that I couldn't stay in the town any longer. Not with Cameron. I sat in a chair and took out my phone. I was dressed in the clothes Is been wearing the night before (http:/www.polyvore.com/goodbye_It/set?id=132838080) and I just wanted to get on this plane. I had booked a six o'clock flight to Seattle, which was only a few hours plane ride from LA.

In my backpack was my phone, charger, a blanket, my wallet and my passport. In the small suitcase by my side was all the clothes I could fit into it the night before. I had about five hundred dollars in my wallet, I had emptied out my savings account. It has been enough to get a cab and pay for one plane ticket. I had for hundred left. I figured once I got to Seattle, I would stay with one of my old friends, Kayla, that had moved away. I would get a job and buy my own apartment, and just tell everyone that I was 18. People always said I looked older than I was anyway.

I was ready to start over. I was ready to leave my past behind, even if it meant leaving my mother and Ashton too.

"Now boarding flight 208 to Seattle," a throaty voice called over the intercom. I stood up, dragging my suitcase in one hand and clutching my plane ticket in the other. I handed her my ticket and stepped into the tunnel.

I began to get nervous. I stores a bag in the bin above my head and helped myself to the window seat. It was beginning to rain outside. I went to power off my phone, and I saw that I had sixty seven texts, from my mom and Ashton and my other friends. I ignored them. I stared out the window, waiting for the commotion around me to die down. Finally, the plane started and began lumbering down the runway. It sped up slowly, and finally into the air.

So this was it. There was no turning back now. I looked down at LA. I watched as the cars, people and buildings got smaller and smaller.

~A Few Hours Later~

I stood outside the door of the airport, waiting for Kayla to arrive. When the car pulled up, I almost didn't recognize her. She had her nose pierced now, and she had gotten a lot prettier since freshman year. She flew out of the car and hugged me.

"I missed you so much!" She said.

"I missed you too," I said. "Thank you so much for coming."

"Of course," she said. "Now get in the car already." I put my stuff in the car and got in the front seat. Kayla was a grade ahead of me, and she had just turned nineteen. She had her own apartment and I would be staying with her for a couple months until I turned eighteen and could get my own place.

"So what brings you here?" She asked. I shrugged.

"Um... I needed to get away," I said. Finally, I decided I need to tell someone about Cameron. And why not Kayla? I began choking up as my words formed in my head. "I needed to get away from Cameron."

She looked at me. "The guy you were telling me about after I moved?" She asked. "Did you guys break up?" And then I told her. I told her about how Cameron raped me after she left, and how he started beating me up and I started cutting, and how now, he was going to my school and I didn't want to be around him.

"I'm sorry," she breathed, as we pulled into the parking lot of her apartment structure.

"So," I finished. "I met this guy Ashton, and..." I didn't know how to finished that. "I mean, we like each other, but it wasn't anything serious. But for some reason, I feel really really bad for leaving him."

She shrugged. "Maybe you love him."

"No I don't! It's impossible. I've only
known him for a couple weeks and we're not even dating."

"If you say so."

I got my stuff out of the trunk and let Kayla lead me into her apartment. I unpacked my things in the guest room dresser. I took a cold shower and changed (www.polyvre.com/bedtime/set?id=132842672) and crawled into bed. A horrible feeling brewed in the pit of my stomach. I felt guilt for my mom and Ashton. I decided to call my mom. She answered on the first ring.

"Aubrey!" She said frantically.

"Mom." I said, choking up.

"Where are you?"

"I'm.." I took a deep breath. "I'm safe mom, don't worry."

"Aubrey, answer me, WHERE ARE YOU?" She demanded.

"Mom. I need some time. I'm safe, and I have a place to stay. I'll be fine, please don't worry about me. I love you." I hung up. I fell asleep that night thinking about Ashton and mom, what in the name of shit was I going to do.