Runaway Love.

Chapter 1

                                                                            A Lexxie_Boo Story

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"Hit the road, jack, and don't ya come back no more, no more, no more, no more." - Ray Charles - Hit The Road, Jack.

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Monet's POV

I walked into my house after another long day at school and got ready for another episode. Whenever I come in the house, either Dreya or my dad picks on me for the smallest of things, and it becomes an episode of Housewives of New Jersey all over again, or in this case Stepmothers of Queens. I sat down on the couch and tried to do the 10lbs of homework that my teacher Mr. Lucas gave me today.

"Monet, what are you doing?" an angry voice that I wish I could forget snapped. I looked up and saw my stepmom, Dreya, standing in the doorway of the living room.

"Um, I'm doing my homework, duh." I said, rolling my eyes. All her and my dad do is pick on me for no reason, like my own personal bullies or something. She just stood there, staring at me like she expected me to say something else.

"Well, take the shit to the dining room table!" she growled as if trying to pick a fight. Then of course, my dad ran down the stairs like he was coming to her rescue or something.

"What's wrong, bae?" he asked Dreya, which was just disgusting. They've been all lovey dovey to each other since she first came into this house. I'll admit, she was pretty, but that didn't mean they had to act like a teenage couple as old as they are!

"This little bitch is trying to sit on the couch and do her homework." she whined, pointing at me as if it was a big deal. Now, I had plenty of things to say to her, but I didn't want to make this situation any worse than it already was, so I just waited for my dad's reply. I'm used to the name calling, if that's what you're wondering. I grew up around it.

"Why are you sitting in here, anyway?" he yelled. I sighed and stood up. I was going to try to at least explain myself.

"Look. I'm tired, my back hurts, and I just want to get this homework over with, so-" I was interrupted by my own father coming over and giving me a hard blow to the jaw, making a large cracking sound. I stood there, rubbing my jaw, afraid some of my teeth might of come out. Luckily, they didn't. I stared up at him, my hand itching to hit back. I stood there, blinking hard as tears just flowed out of my eyes like a river. When I saw he had no emotional reaction to this what-so-ever, I sprinted down the hall to my room as I slammed the door and locked it.

I buried my face in the pillow and cried silently. Half because it was muffled, and half because I didn't want them yelling at me to shut up. After a while I sat up, and for some reason, my eyes darted straight to my closet. That's where I keep my bag packed with all my clothes, my items that actually mean something to me, and about $600 I've stolen from Dreya, just in case I decided to run away. My eyes darted back and forth from the closet to my window. Then I decided what I had to do.

I forced myself to get off of the bed and opened my little broom closet. I grabbed my little duffel bag and opened it to make sure everything was still in there and it was. I grabbed my hair brush and brushed my hair into a bun before throwing it in there with the rest of my stuff. I grabbed all my lip gloss off of my dressed and shoved it all into my bag. That was all I really needed. I opened my bedroom door to check the living room, and regretted it when I saw the very distasteful sight of my dad and Dreya making out. That was good, in a way.

"They won't be coming down here anytime soon." I thought as I closed my door and locked it again. I grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled down a note real quick before lifting the insect net on my window. I stuck my head out and felt the hot, humid summery air swallowing me already. I lifted it some more as I followed the procedure I had been practicing. Yeah, I knew this day was coming, so I had been prepared. Once I was out the window, I took a deep breath and looked around at Queens, New York; my new home.

I just started walking down the street. As I did, I kept looking back at the house until he came completely out of view. When it did, I felt this sudden rush of joy run through my body, which was followed by the stinging of my broken jaw. I tried my best to ignore it and kept walking, until I was bothered by a group of lowlife bums.

"Ayo ma, what's the rush?" one nigga asked. I don't know why they are trying to talk to me when they are at least 20 years older than me. I just ignored them and kept it moving. Last thing I needed was some old men trying to kill my vibe.

After walking for at least 5 hours, I finally came across a decent looking little park to rest my head at for the night. I would use my money to at least stay in a good hotel, but I need this money to last my whole life. Sad, I know, but I'm trying to say I'm not going to survive that long out here. So, I reached in my bag and pulled out a sheet and spread it across the bench to make it seem more sleep-worthy.

I was so tired, that as soon as my body touched the hard mahogany bench, I was out like a light, completely forgetting that in this area, you can never be so stupid to fall into too much of a deep sleep, knowing that there are rapists and murderers just waiting for a stupid young girl to make that mistake...

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Hey, so I finally got done with this first chapter, so I hope you like it, and shoutout to @SeriouslyReckless for my AWESOME cover, and @thenutinnutella for my banner ;) 

So, do you like this chapter so far? I hope so. This might be boring, but its gonna get better, specifically the second chapter.