Hell, I'm A Run-a-Way

When you think about it, stuff like this happens all the time.

It was probably the most cliché moment, well really week of my life. It was a thousand moments squished into one week. 

I was running, hell I was running fast, hair dripping with sweat, tears brimming in my eyes, running and running. Andre could run, holy moly he could run too. He kept calling my name, begging for me to look at him. But I couldn't, because everytime I bored into those blue eyes which made him look like an owl those images of him and my sister's naked body smothering his had conquered my vision.

Quite like she had conquered his.

Those thoughts swirled in my memory, he was pleading now, pleading and pleading for me to turn around so we could ''reason things out''. Okay then, André whats to reason? You slept with the better looking sister whilst you told the other one you loved her and thought she was perfect. There's nothing to reason apart from that your either a player or a complete douche. 

most likely both.

See?Nothing to reason. But of course I didn't say that,hell, my confidence wouldn't allow it. But what I did say was, ''Fuck off, or fuck my sister. Which ever makes your ship sail'' 

''Its what ever floats your boat''

''I can make my own descisions,'' I spat back, although I was mentally slapping myself for saying that. I was never good in situations like this, everything came out muddled or how I thought it should have been written. 

'Stuff like this happpens all the time' I told myself,'Heartbreak is common.'

But why did this hurt so much? Holy Moly, this isn't common. To feel so small, betrayed, carelessly lied to? Fucking hell. This is rare.

Heartbreak's a bitch.

Now bitches aren't rare.

My sister was a bitch. She always had been,and hell she always will be. She was your common bitch. Overly pretty, fake, two faced, a cheater. She was my younger sister, and had always envied my age. Because when I was thirteen, hormonal and learning about things called boys, she was 11 and praying for popularity and a boyfriend. I got everything she wanted before her, I had the chance to get everything before her. 

And here I was running away from everything I had and everything she got. 

''Beth, slow down and look at me'' 

Stop making me want to look at you, isn't it obvious?

I could picture his soft,crisp lips tasting my name as they left his mouth. I was technically looking at him, in my head, in my own situation; His hair was tousled, his eyebrows thick and those blue eyes peering into mine as he told me he loved me. Thats when he said my name, my common, worn out name. 

But instead I had my back to him, but holy shit. He probaby looked hot as in this moment. Hair pouncing onto the air, eyes hard, determined. Lips slightly cracked from the wind. 

And that's when I gave in, and ohmygod. He lived up to those expectations of mine. He was ten times better. Face slightly pink, breathing heavily, that Andrè smoulder had taken over.

It felt like I'd just hit a brick wall, a bran new, freshly cemented brick wall which was bull-dozer proof. And hell, I probably looked like that too. I'd forgotten how bad the winter air got to me, especially when trying to run through it. The air was thick and dense, it felt so overcrowding at times. The cool air nipped at my nose, causing my whole body to erupt with shivers. Taking a glance at Andrè, who was only wearing jeans and a leather jacket, the shivers decided to visit again. His muscles were defined, they were so even. He looked so completely and utterly hot.

Hell, I don't care if I admit it, I had good taste. In looks. That's about it. 

''I'm looking at you,now please could I continue?'' I spat, my tone sounded so hard and pissed off, which by the way I was. 

''What,B?Continue on your little running away performance ?'' His pitch was high and it made my vision sparkly. Damn, I needed to start working out more. 

''Actually, I was on a jog if it isn't quite obvious'' I replied back, folding my arms in defense. 

''Mhm, boots and jeans, perfect mix.'' He took a few steps closer, hell. I could feel his breath flutter up my nostrils. 

''Since when did I need to wear work-out clothes?'' I smirked, he nodded. 

A fucking nod? Not even a mumble? Please, return to my horny sibling, pronto!

''I would return to that horny sibling of yours, but I came here to explain'' Now he was the one smirking, except his smirk was cute. Shit. I said that out loud?

''Yes you did,'' He smiled, it was a toothy. Or should I say fangy grin. His fangs had grown long and sharp, they pierced the darkness of the sky. ''Put them away,'' I snapped, scrunching up my eyes. He laughed, it was an evil, nasty laugh which made my brain feel all achey and tired. 

''B, lets just get one thing straight. We're over.Done.Finished.Nada you an-''

''I get it, Count. Dick head, now please, could you direct me to the nearest place furthest away from you, I have a date,'' And hell, you should have seen the look on his face when I said I had a date. It made me feel so low. So worthless. He snorted at it and pointed downwards,

''I'm sure mummy and daddy will be wanting to see you''

And he knew. He knew how much that burned. Being a run-a-way wasn't something I was happy about. Hell, it was something I was more than sad about. 

I'm Beth.

Princess of the Underworld.          

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Hai Guys! This is the first chapter to ''Hell, I'm a Run-a-Way''. This is unedited! I would like to thank you if you read this chapter and liked it! Please feel free to give me some feedback in the comments or in a private message! Obviously I'd love if you could do the sacred three; read/vote/comment and add to your library?;) Thankyou again! Updates will be regular, C xox