I woke up to see the sun setting. I looked at my phone to see it was already 9:00 P.M. Perhaps I could go down stairs now?
Curiosity got the best of me, I pushed myself up out of the bed and took a look at myself in the mirror. I looked like a complete wreck.
My hair was messy, my clothes were ripped, and I just needed something else to wear, but no, all my stuff had to be at my house, and I didn't decide to bring anything but my phone and purse with me.
I walked towards my bedroom window again, it wasn't completely dark yet, I could probably run out of here in no time with the sun still up in the sky. And that's what I decided to do.
I grabbed my purse, shoved my phone in it, put my shoes on, and opened the window. I had to get out of this hell hole now. I looked down, it was a good drop, but not too far. I jumped out and landed on my feet correctly instead of landing on my ankle or something stupid like that. Then I ran, I ran as fast as my scratched up legs could carry me. I could already see the street, where the crash had occurred.
I sprinted until I got on the sidewalk, not even tired, I kept running, looking for the street my house was on. I remembered the house keys were in my purse, thank god for that.
I finally found the street my house was on and walked down it.
"34566, 34566..." I trailed off looking at all the house numbers. "Ah there it is!" I quickly walked up to it grabbing my keys and unlocking it, finally, my new home. It was absolutely beautiful. The walls were a brilliant color of brown, along with the decor making it look even better. I was happy that all the furniture was where I asked the movers to put it.
I ran to my bathroom and the first thing I did was take a long, relaxing shower. Once I was finished, I blow dried my hair and put on a grey knitted sweater, black leggings, and put my hair in a loose high ponytail.
I walked down stairs to now see the time was 10:00 P.M.
I sat on my coach and turned on the T.V. I kept switching channels until I heard my name.
Heard my name?
I clicked back to see what they had to say on the news. And it was about me.
"Nineteen year old Autumn Parker reported missing when her plane landed in London. The limo she was in crashed with the driver dying, people said they saw her in the car, but than she got out of it and ran into the woods not even looking hurt, despite the scratches on her legs. So if you see this girl *shows a picture of me* please contact the police. Also reported Autumn's brother, twenty-five year old Troy Parker, was sent to jail for killing his own father. He claims he never meant to and he has a disability, but police refuse to believe him. More on that story tomorrow night."
My breath hitched and I dropped the T.V remote causing it to break on the ground.
I started crying, and that's all I did for the rest of the night. Cry.
(A/N: Hey guys, sorry it's so short today and that I haven't updated since Tuesday. I'll try and update tomorrow but I'm gonna be busy, so I'll have to see, maybe I'll update on Sunday. Oh and next chapter will be one of the boys POV'S, so basically it'll be a different person talking, but I'm not gonna say who, you'll just have to find out! Love you lots xx)
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Shifting (A Harry Styles Vampire/WereWolf FanFiction)
FanfictionAutumn Parker, a 19 year old girl who earlier had gotten kicked out of college, has moved all the way from California to London. But on her first day there a horrid event occurs and she encounters five mysterious boys, and they end up kidnapping her...