Runaway [Rilaya AU]

Ten -- Maya.

I'll probably make an A/N after I publish this just to talk about random stuff. *shrugs*

(What I'm listening to -- Coups et Blessures -- BB Brunes)

~ Leaf

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"You can't stay here any longer."

What? No. Please.

"We really should've taken you down to the station as soon as we found out you were staying here, and what you did to our daughter just adds to it."

You mean helping her accept herself? It's not my fault you're both ignorant and homophobic.

"Maya Hart, it's time you go home."

Something inside me snaps as the word home passes her lips. I've never had a home, not really. And where I'm going to be sent back to? That house is nowhere near a home.

Suddenly, it's hard to breathe. I feel like the world is crashing down around me, and all I can think about is all the ways I could kill myself to keep from going back to that house. It's too much to handle, and without thinking, I run past Riley's parents and out the door.

Riley isn't following me. Riley wasn't even home. She was sent out by her parents, sent down to the corner store to pick up some groceries. It was all part of their plan, getting Riley out of the house.

I highly doubt my hightailing it out of there was anywhere in their plan. But am I being followed? No.

I run without stopping. I run as far and fast as my legs will allow. I run until I reach my destination.

I stare down at the water, my heart pounding out of my chest and hands shaking like crazy. This is it, what I've been wanting to do for so long.

But that isn't true, not really. I did want to, yes, for the longest time. But that changed after I met Riley. She brought me the happiness I could never find in the Hell I called home. She gave me everything I didn't feel that I deserved, everything I never thought I would ever experience. Riley Matthews changed my life for the better.

But now that's going to be taken away. I'm going to be sent back, and I'll never see Riley again. I'll go back to feeling the same way I felt before -- worthless.

And that's what makes up my mind -- the fact that everything is going to go back to the way it was. If I don't do this now, I may never get the chance again. That's what convinces me to let go of the bridge, to let myself fall.

Until two hands grab me by the arms and I stop falling.

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Because cliffhangers bring me happiness.