Zoe's pov
"Zoe, you are the dumbest child ever! How am I your mother? I am so ashamed of you. No wonder Ashton decided to leave. He was probably ashamed to be called your brother."
My drunk mother slurred all her words.
What she was saying didn't affect me. I was used to it. It was a routine now. After she comes from work, she gets drunk, and yells at me, sometimes she even hits me.
Today, she saw my report card and I had gotten a 'B' in math.
I almost laughed when she pointed out the Ashton situation.
Ashton was my older brother and he decided to go to New York, and get a place there, since he couldn't handle my mother.
Yeah, he left me-- his younger sister-- to deal with our drunken mother by myself.
He does call me on a daily basis to tell me how sorry he is, so I guess that makes somethings better.
"I'm glad your father is not here to see you," She adds.
That one hit me.
She never brought up my father.
He had died 2 years ago. That's when my mom started her daily drinking.
I felt the tears gather up in my eyes.
I just walked up to my room, not wanting to deal with her anymore.
I hated my mom.
I hated my life.
I hated everything.
I wanted to get away.
Correction, I needed to get away.
Today, is the day, I decide to leave.
Basically, I decided to run away.
I know. How cliche.
Only people in the movies run away, but I don't care. Plus, all of the characters end up happy and that's all I want.
I haven't been happy in years, I don't even know how to fake smile anymore.
After I finish packing most of my clothes, and other shit, I hear my mom throwing up. Which, I took as a good time to leave.
But before I left, I wrote a note for her.
Glad I don't have to deal with you anymore. Oh and I took your cigarettes :))
-ZoeAnd with that, I left the house.
I don't even know where I'm going.
I just need to go.
After 20 minutes of walking, I decide to grab a cigarette.
I grab the lighter along with the cigarette and try to light it but it fails.
I try again, and it fails again.
I kept trying, and all my focus was on the lighter, so I didn't notice the boy in front of me and I walked right into him.
"Sorry," I say, as he looks at me.
He was a --sort of--tall, black haired, hot boy.
"It's okay," He says in his deep, Australian accent.
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Run away// C.H. (NEW STORY)
FanfictionThey ran away, hoping for a better life. Only for them to find out that nothing gets better