Disappear

A New Beginning?

We pulled up to the gray, and whit trimmed house, sat on 2358 Hettle St. (AN: Made up address) Levi pulled into the driveway and shut off (probs not the right term) the car, he opened the car door and I got out as I did the same. I walked up, my boots shuffling the gravel around and occasionally kicking a weed that had grown through the slim cracking of the driveway's cement. He opened up the black door to reveal a modern house with a cleanliness, unsurpassable by any competitors (if there even were any). Levi glanced a slightly pitying glance towards me before turning away, removing his shoes and heading for the kitchen.
As I waited, I decided to sit on the long, sleek leather couch that was an L-shape to fit against the wall. The silence was an uncomfortable reminder of how I didn't really know Levi all that well, but somehow I trust him more than I've trusted other, at least to the extent I would come hang out with him to avoid my own fucked up household, while he knows the reason. Most people never find out.
Not that anyone stayed or that I expected anyone to.
People, in my opinion, are cruel. They blame you for having trust issues, when the only reason your like that is because people have lying issues.  People abandon things when they can't "handle" them, but in reality it's just their cowardice of trying to move through so instead they revert back to avoid such a problem, but in reality there's no way to truly avoid, you can only procrastinate it, and pretend it's not there. My thought was interrupted by a clicking of a teacup being placed on the glass coffee table in front of me. I peered up to see Levi with his casually blank stare. He just turned and sat down next to me.
An awkward silence filled the void between us as we grew adapted to the comforts the couch provided, the gray curtains were pulled back a bit, allowing some of the sunsets light colors of oranges, blues, and pinks to be reflected off of the applewood flooring. The glass shined my own reflection back at me, almost tauntingly.
"How long?" Levi looked at his hands folded neatly in his lap, his pointer finger on his right hand adorned with a gold colored ring that had two wings, one blue and one white.
"Since I was 10." I figured there was no use in lying know that he already knew of my misfortune.
He bit his lip out of thought, and pondered. His brow slightly furrowed.
"You know I won't let you back there right?" He said.
"They have legal custody, I can't just run away like this. The police will come, and come get me, and I'll go back. The police here are shit, ya know? Even when they know of a problem they don't do anything because they don't want to do anything." I replied.
"Then we need to leave here, don't we?" He gained my eye contact in one foul swoop.
"How?"
"Simple, we leave."
"No, smartass, what's the plan? Where are we going? How do we get there? Can you afford it?"
"You're forgetting that my parents abandoned me with money."
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