Runaways

Sang

"Ow, ow, ow" I mumble under my breath as I try to climb up the stairs.

Trudging into my room, I look at myself in the mirror. I have bruises all over my body and blood in my hair. Feeling sick and tired of looking like this everyday, I decide to fulfill my thoughts of running away. Don't get me wrong. I know that a 15-year-old isn't allowed to leave without a parent's permission, but I have proof as to why I could.

I hid a video camera in the kitchen and secretly got it to videotape my mother abusing me. If any authority figures find out that I've run away, I could always show them the video. I have my escape all planned out. I even have a runaway bag with money in it ready.

Quickly taking a bath to wash the blood off of me, I return back to my room and change into something that can't reveal my bruises. After picking up my bag with the video recorder in it, I open my window and jump out of it.

Don't worry! I have a method where I can jump out without getting hurt at all. However, since I had bruises all over my body, this time, I yelped out in pain. Ouch! That hurt.

Struggling to get up, I decide to crawl towards the forest behind my house and grab onto a tree. Using that tree as a pole, I slowly get up. Waiting until I'm steady, I start to walk slowly, hoping that I don't hurt myself anymore. But of course, fate's not on my side. I, of course, have to trip over a tree root. Yelping out in pain, I fall on the ground and groan as my cuts and bruises burn.

"Are you okay," I hear a male voice ask from behind me.

I turn around suddenly and see two boys. One has emerald green eyes with glasses, while the other has brownish red hair and is really muscular. Wow, these boys are attractive I think to myself as I start to blush.

"I'm fine," I whisper because of the lemon juice and vinegar my mother made me drink.

"What did you say?" the red-haired boy asks.

"I said I'm fine," I say a little bit louder.

"What happened to your voice?" the green-eyed boy asks.

"Oh, I- I just got over a cold," I lie badly. Gosh darn it! Why do I suck at lying so much.

"Okay," he replies, looking like he didn't believe me at all, not that I was expecting him to.

"Do you need help up?" the red-haired boy asked.

Don't take help from any men. They're all rapists and murderers.

"N-no thank you," I say, remembering my mother's words.

I try to get up to let them see that I really don't need any help, but then I fall back down with a cry of pain. Did I sprain my ankle?

"Here let us help you," the green-eyed boy says as he and his friend lift me up. I was then, carried bridal style in the red-haired boy's arms.

The green-eyed boy grunted while picking up my bag. "Why is your bag so heavy?" he asked.

"I was going to a sleepover," I answer smoothly. Self-high five! I actually lied without stuttering. Yes! Progress!

However, my happiness went down the drain when he asked, "I'm pretty sure your bag wouldn't be this heavy if you were going to a sleepover."

"Well, I might be carrying rocks!" I lie. What the heck! Rocks? That's the best you could think of?!

"Carrying rocks to do what?" he asked.

"T-To use them as play figures! That's right, play figures!" I answer.

The boy rubbed his face and asked, "Do you want to tell us the truth?"

Of course, he read through my lies. I can't lie for my life. Deciding to give up, I tell them I'm running away.

"Oh isn't that a coincidence? We're also running away," the red-haired guy says.

"Wait, really?"

They both nod their heads in response.

Deciding that since I'll probably be sticking with them for a while, I ask them an important question.

"What's your names," I ask quietly.

"I'm Nathan," the red-haired boy says.

"And I'm Kota," the green-eyed boy says.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Sang," I say, ignoring the words my mother said to me about men. They couldn't be bad. I mean they were helping me. Right?

Deciding to trust them, I ask, "Where are we going?"

"I was thinking we should go to the Walgreens near here since we might be able to find stuff for your ankle there," Kota says.

"Sure, why not," I say. Was this good for talking to strangers for the first time in years? I sure hope so.

"Am I too heavy for you?" I ask Nathan who was still holding me.

"Don't worry, you're as light as a peanut. Plus, I wouldn't mind carrying you even if you were heavy, considering how pretty you are." Nathan says, causing me to blush.

"Are you seriously flirting with an injured, defenseless, and vulnerable person?" Kota asks him in disbelief.

"What! No! I was just merely telling this lady how beautiful she is. That's not a crime, is it? You don't feel like I'm taking advantage of you, right?" he asks me.

"No," I answer, even though I don't really know what being taken advantage of feels like.

"Ha! Told you, Kota," Nathan says to him.

"She's just being nice to you," he replies.

"No she's n- Wait are you?" he asks me with a hint of vulnerability.

"No of course not!" I say, not wanting him to feel bad.

"Ha! I'm on a roll today with you Kota!" he says with triumph.

"Yeah whatever," Kota replies while stopping in front of a huge building that says Walgreens on it. Wow. We're here already?

"Ready to go in?" Nathan asks.

"Let's do it," I respond.

However, before any of them could open the door, a young man with sandy blonde hair opened the door for us. Next to him was another young man in a dress shirt and a tie. He was absolute perfection and someone I didn't want to disappoint.

"Here you go, guys," he says.

"Thank you," I reply quietly before Nathan walks in, carrying me.

"Excuse me Miss, I can help you with your ankle if you want. I'm in medical school," the sandy- blonde says while looking at it since it was mildly swollen.

"Could you? That would be great," Kota responds and then walks us to the stranger.

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Can you guys guess who the two men are?