The Runaway {Justin Bieber Fanfic}

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^"The Runaway" Trailer^

Savannah

"You can't think about it. It's now or never; go with your gut."

His voice pulsated through my mind, his everlasting words echoing against the walls of my brain.

He's always been so good at making decisions; that was his thing. He was so quick to come to an agreement with himself that sometimes it scared me, sometimes it made me wonder if I too could be such a simple decision in his mind. If keeping me around was as easy of a decision as letting me go, I would never know.

And while making decisions was his strength, it was my weakness. I couldn't help but be so afraid of the consequences, the what-if's and the window of potential for it to all go wrong. It's just scary to me how one decision can change the outline of your life.

One simple decision, one yes or no answer could be the deciding factor of how your life is going to play out. It was all so stressful to think about, and that being the case I've pushed back allowing this thought to enter my mind until now. And now being the very last minute to agree on a decision, I couldn't help but break down.

I was currently balled up in the corner aside my bed, afraid that one simple move would trigger a reaction in me. I was beyond and utterly broken inside. The fact that I have to choose between being happy and having a relationship with my father is just the right amount of fucked up that its gotten me to such a low point.

I want to be happy. God, I want to feel the true and honest sensation of being completely and entirely happy as much as the little girl inside of me I'm doing this for does. Never did I think it would take this much in me to be granted that, and never did I think I would have to give up so much for it. It's such a simple thing; to be happy. I always thought of it as a given. But now I've reached a point in my life where the one thing, the one person in my life who can give me such an incredible rush of happiness is at such a far reach.

In order to be with him, to really be with him, I have to put my entire life on the line.

"Savannah?" My fathers deep voice echoed through my enclosed bedroom door, the depth and authority of his voice literally sending chills down my spine.

My hair cascaded over my features before I lifted my chin up from my knees, my eyes burning into the door that separated us with pure hatred that he was the one keeping me from feeling anything pure with the one that I loved.

When I didn't respond to his call, he cleared his throat before trying again.

"Savannah, I sure hope you're not still upset about this whole boy fiasco. When you're older you'll realize I'm only trying to protect you... Do what's best for you."

His words made me cringe. The way he felt so confident in his measures of protecting me made me second guess where his mind was really at. This is such an extreme variation of doing whats best for me.

Unravelling my fingers from their position of being squeezed against my palm, I watched as my hand unfolded to reveal the small lettering of the word promise written sloppily against my pale skin. His handwriting and the memory of how his eyes looked as he wrote such a committed word resurfaced themselves in my mind, my jaw locking at the thought of him. Allowing my eyes to travel further down my wrist, my lip twitched upward as I traced my fingertips over I love you. The last thing he said to me before we parted ways, and the first thing he promised to greet me with when we met again.

I couldn't help the tears from settling into my eyes, though not once did I let them fall. Sliding my sleeve back over the words that meant more to me than life itself, I opened my door to be met face to face with the one person who I could hardly stand to look at.