one hundred and twenty.
one hundred and twenty one.
one hundred and twenty three.
I have only one hundred and twenty three dollars, lovely. I was listening to my music on my half charged ipod when looked up from my wallet at the some of the bus passengers stood up and collected their baggage before getting off. A few of them glared at me but most of them didn't even acknowledge me, which I fine with.
I closed my wallet and shoved it back into my bag, which consisted of a few things. Hairbrush, comb, tooth paste and tooth brush, cigarettes, underwear, a few pants and shirts, a notebook, and a leather jacket. Lets just say I wasn't exactly prepared when I ran away, then again I wouldn't ever be prepared considering I would constantly need things because I didn't have a job.
I sighed softly under my breathe, as my eyes made their way to the window. Is this how life going to be? Am I constantly going to be struggling? I hated time because it gave me moments like this where my mind wandered and my thoughts are me alive.
I felt so stupid, so lost and lonely. But there was no going back now nor ever, who's to say if I returned home that my parents would still want me? They never cared about me and sure as hell wouldn't if I returned.
But if they did still want, they'd probably put me in pirate school like before and act as if this never happened. They wouldn't understand why I ran away, they don't understand anything.
I propped my elbow on the window ledge, as I watched the cars on the freeway zoom by. There was a moment of darkness before there was light from the light poles, as well as lights from homes.
"Hey, you."
I acted as if I didn't hear the person, until they sat down beside me. "Silver head... hellooooo?" He laughed, I looked straight into his bright blue eyes, "What?" His unnecessary grin disappeared, "Why are you mad?" I couldn't believe this guy was seriously bothering me, like come on.
I tilt my head at him, "Because some stranger I don't even know is harassing me." He looks over at his friend, who was sitting in the seat beside him. I felt my heart beat a little fast when he looked at me, and it wasn't the heart felt kind of beats. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, as if he was angry with me.
"Harassing you? That's a strong word for someone is just talking to you. What I can't talk to you?" He moves a little closer and I moved away a little, which was barely because there was nowhere to move.
"Well, you are harassing me. I don't want to be bothered by you if you can't tell," I frowned at him, "but I wouldn't expect you to understand because your probably some idiot who thinks that just because some girls act a certain way means that all of them are that way. So long story short, I'm not interested."
"Alright, alright calm down. I was just talking to you." He held up his hands in dense but by the look on his face I knew he really didn't mean it.
"We talked, now bye." I said bluntly, he relaxed in his seat. "Where are you going?" I felt so uncomfortable, because apparently he wasn't leaving.
"California, why?" I lied.
"I'm going to Cali too." He smiled. He was so full of shit, "Did I say California? Oops, I meant Nevada." I laughed teasingly, which he grinned at.
"You know I got friends in Nevada," he looked down at my bag then back up at me. "maybe we can hang out something, you know... get to know each other."
"What part of I'm not interested do you not understand?" I was becoming impatient, but more scared. The dark haired boy sighed a little as he looked down the aisle, "Relax, I just wanna be your friend."
I could feel my breathing hitch, "Excuse me." I mumbled, as I gathered my belongings. He stared at me for a second, then decided to move the hell out of my way.
He stood up and let me by, which I thought was going to be a whole hell of a lot harder. As soon as I made it to the aisle, I took a seat in the front of the bus. I had a few more hours to go before we had to get off (I have no actual clue how buses like this operate, sooooo excuse me if it isn't like the real ones), and I barley had any money so getting off to caught another one wasn't an opposition.
I slouched down in my seat and stared out of the window, praying to God that I didn't fall asleep.
♔ ♔ ♔
"Hey wake up..."
Someone was shoving my shoulder when my eyes quickly widened, for a moment I forgot where I was so I of course I felt frightened. The driver took a slow step back from seeing my response to being woken, "Ah thanks." I mumbled, awkwardly.
I blinked a few times in hopes of being able to keep my eyes open, when I realized that my bag wasn't on my lap. I immediately panicked, I looked over my shoulder towards the back of the bus and the guy who was bothering me wasn't there.
When I turned back to face the bus driver he pointed at the floor, "If you're looking for your bag it's right there." I sighed in so much relief, oh my god. "Thanks." I smiled up at him, as I quickly grabbed my bag and then exited the bus.
I tired to convince myself that I was only being paranoid and that the blue eyed guy probably wasn't even out to get me.
As soon as I stepped off the bus I saw the idiot that was bothering me get into a dark green Camaro, and that's when I was truly on ease.
But that ease was quickly replaced with the worry to find a hotel to stay in. I tired to pick which direction to go, before I realized the bus driver had drove off.
"Fuck, I could've asked him!" I shouted in frustration, god why was I so stupid? I looked around a my surrounding, I pressed the power button on my device to look at the time.
7:15 p.m
I pressed the power button again and then slide my device into my back pocket and headed down the street to the right.
I tried not to keep my head down as I walked down the sidewalk, but I couldn't help it. I was cold, sleepy and scared. Apart of me wishes that I would have stayed with Sam but I didn't want to get comfortable with him "taking" care of him.
Especially with his protection money, no way. But I felt so safe around him, no matter how clique that sounded, but I did. But I didn't want him to get bored with me and then leave me, who else would I have to turn to?
No one.
I managed to get to a main street in what I assumed was some city in Colorado. I tried to stay alert around my surroundings, but the sleepiness continued to linger on my eyelids.
I had never felt so confused in my life, I didn't know where I would go. Honestly, I didn't think I would make it this far. I thought I would have been long gone by now, but things hasn't changed obviously.
I eventually found a motel called Pink Motel, after I had asked a few people. I went into my room and locked the door. I tossed my bag on the bed and went to the bathroom to cry, after I cried for a while I took a shower and went to bed.
The whole night one thing had been lurking in my head, what was I going to do.
