The Runaways

Chapter 1- New york

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Lily

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                                                              The Runaways

                                                                  (Book 1)

                                                                   By Lily

“Where is mom?”

I question, looking around the room for any search of her being here. She is always sitting on the couch when I come home… always. “Lily girl, she isn’t here right now” I look at the stranger that is meant to be my dad, he face was expressionless, he was showing nothing.

“Where is mom?” I repeat again staring into this unknown person’s eyes. Worry was starting to leak though my body. “Lily… Listen to me. We are moving, Jane left us” his words were emotionless. I stare into his eyes as my brain analysis’s the words.

They are lies… Mom wouldn’t leave us. Where is my mom? What has he done to her? The stranger stood up from the couch, the only item that was left in this deserted room that used to be my living room. It was unfamiliar to me now. “Lily I...” I couldn’t listen to these lies; all he does is lie… I know mom is here! I ran out the room and up the stares that were covered in boxes.

“Lily, don’t go into my room!” My dad shouted, his voice getting closer, dripping dangerously with anger.

I carried on running, not looking back at the footsteps closing in on me. I reached their room; mom would explain this all to me “Mom, dad is…. Mom” I opened the door. Blood, Blood covered the floor, as I walked into the room, I followed the blood trail to its origin… my mother.

She lay there naked, across her chest were words scratched into her bare chest ‘Your daughter is next’. Puncher wounds covered her delicate skin, blood still leaking from some. Her face was covered in blood, hiding the smile she one had.

I brought my hands to my face, covering my eyes from the scene in front of me. More questions. Who had done this? Why? So many questions pending in my brain, demanding answers. Answers I could not give.

Then I felt someone’s presence behind me and a hand pat my back. I did not look up, I couldn’t look up. Then five words echoed though the room, stinging my ears.

“We are moving to New-York” he said it like nothing had happened, like nothing is happening… his voice was emotionless. They were said as if this sight in front of us… had not affected him. His wife, my mom was laying here, covered in blood. Had he done this to her…

‘Gate 7 is now boarding, gate 7 is now boarding, please make your way to the departure desk, thank you’

“Honey, wake up. It’s time to go” my dad’s voice rang in my ears. I opened my eyes to reality, the place I least wanted to be in. I am still shocked, in denial that mere hours ago I had witnessed something so… so horrible yet I could do nothing… as soon as I had saw… everything,

I was told to pack my bags while my dad loaded the car. I wouldn’t speak. I needed answers and when I asked him he told me the same thing over and over again “Don’t worry Lily darling” That hasn’t answered one but has made me want to ask more.