Vanessa is an under the influence teen with a strict father. However, that doesn't stop her from doing what she wants when she wants, but when she meets Justin, the mature one out of her group of friends, she begins to see that her world doesn't rev...
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"Leave with me." He wrote on her palm. Each line matched to an extent, his large cursive visible. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she tilted her head in his lap, looked up at him and then back at her hand. It looked all to familiar; he had written this before, but this time she could see how serious he truly was. It was no longer a cute little love struck message. It was meant to be acted upon.
"Justin, how? Leave with you? We still have one more year." I shuttered, my brows furrowed and wrinkles forming parts of my face.
"Just for the summer. We get out in May. We can go anywhere you want. I've been saving up." Justin managed to get out.
"But.."
"I have everything set up. I can rent a vehicle under Oli's name and we can head wherever you want. I just thought it would be nice not to sneak around all summer. We've been doing this for so long and I know you need to get away from your father, even if it is only for a little while." Justin sighed. He was right, but my father was still my father nonetheless. Nothing could change that. However, his role as a father was very minimal. He was a business man, a well known one as well. I couldn't escape him even if I tried. I was setting myself up for failure, a punishment that was beyond foreign to me.
"Justin, my dad.." I sighed. I was nervous to say the least. His plan was bold, just like him. I knew he had it thought out, every detail along with consequences that could greet us. He was persistent and precise. No wrong could come to either of us if everything went to plan, but what if it didn't? I couldn't just run away from my dad. He would find me before I even knew where to run. It simply wasn't logical. None of this was.
"I know, I know." He huffed. "I know I never advise keeping secrets, but he doesn't have to know." My lips parted slightly. What? He doesn't have to know? Oh, but he would.
"He doesn't have to know? Really, Justin? I can't just up and leave." I admitted.
"I know that, Vanessa." A small frown greeted my face when I realized my tone and how it may have affected him.
"I'm sorry. I just don't think.."
"Tell him you're visiting a relative or something. An art program, maybe?" He suggested. His tone was still soft, but I knew he was fighting off the urge to be hostile. My father didn't want me to involve myself with anything art related. Although, I had a mini studio in my house he assumed because it was simply a hobby it was fine. I allowed my eyes to burn into Justin's for a long while. Eventually a sigh escaped my lips and I found myself giving a small smile. I didn't want him to know I was hesitant, not completely anyways. I would allow myself to ponder on the thought of us simply running away to wherever it was we'd go. I still had an uneasy feeling and I knew it wouldn't leave me anytime soon.
