Dark Ashton- Dark Dreams and piercings

Dark dreams - part ten =p

I've got to get out!

I'm not safe, for all I know, Ashton is working with Clyde, somehow. I can trust no one.

I suppose I learned that that the hard way.

I run down the hallway, my body twisting like a snake, as I enter 'my room'- I can't even say its mine anymore. I pack my bags, full of the clothes I've gained and had bought.

My bags are packed and I'm ready to go home.

But, how?

Leg it through the front door down streets I don't know?

I don't think so!

Find a ride?

That's more like it!

I'll call for a taxi and get out of this hell hole!

Half an hour is all it took, and I'm wondering around the streets aimlessly.

Was I drunk when I left?!

My sprint turned to a run, my run to a walk, and my walk to a halt. I took in my setting.

The perfect rape story.

Sydney had never looked more glum.

I'm sure the boys would have noticed Id left by now.

Some protection they were..

I need a cab home. Where's home?

23 CROSS Street I reminded myself.

Home we go!

I put my arm out to signal I want a ride, but get splashed in the face.

Another plan down the toilet.

I keep walking until I find a dump.

Better than nothing!

I grab a cardboard box and umbrella along with a tattered sleeping bag.

Convenient!

I'd always been good at surviving, I suppose.

Perhaps it was having to fend for myself when my father left me to starve as he went out partying, with the very little money my mother had.

Finally, a bus stops, and always me to board it, holding my stuff.

"Where to?" I ask. His hoodie looked familiar, even if he was in a bus uniform.

He eyed me up and down, and I shifted in my spot, uncomfortably.

"Anywhere," he started.

"excuse me?"

I turned around, after being excused and was smacked across the face!

"The hell....?" I questioned, before falling, fortunately into a mans arms.

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BC I can!

Posted this today because I missed a day yesterday =D

-Riley da gurll