Kept Promises

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It was half past four in the morning. She was up, like always, how many times her frail heart had broken into pieces and the mistakes she had made in the back of her mind, slowly making their way to her main focus point. She felt a single tear glider down her puffy red cheek. This was the last straw. Just one tear wasn't enough. Tears streamed down her already tear stained cheeks like a waterfall. She had had enough.
    Within ten minutes, she had a backpack filled with a couple changes of clothes, three notebooks, her camera, iPhone, headphones, and a photograph of her and her father. She made her way through the hall, grabbing her steel-stringed acoustic guitar, slung it onto her back, and ran out the front door.
    Before she left the apartment complex she lived in, she headed up two floors, skipping two steps at a time. She got to the fourth level of the building and darted down the hallway. She stopped at the third door on the left. She reached into the smallest pocket of her backpack, only to pull out the spare key given to her by her best friend, Kian, and unlocked the door. She swiftly entered, slowly closing the door behind her, being careful to not wake the rest of his family.
She walked through the living room. She saw Fajita, the Asher's calico Bernese mountain dog, lying on the couch, head perked up and his tail wagging furiously back and forth. He leapt off the couch, and dashed toward her. She bent down to him, scratching the underneath of his chin and the back of his head. He started to lick her face. Giggling, she wiped the dog slime off her face, "Hey, Bud." She stood back up, Fajita walking back to the couch, and made her way through the hall to the last door on the right. She slowly peeked her head in. Kian was asleep in a beanbag chair, quietly snoring.
Feeling guilty of having to wake him from his sleep, she leaned over him and shook him lightly, "Kian?"
Within a matter of seconds, Kian launched forward, startled by being woken up. "What? Carter! Is everything okay? Did she hit you again?" Kian urged, referring to her mother.
"Not tonight," Carter said, feeling a rush of relief as to not have to explain where another bruise might have come from, "She drank enough booze tonight to make herself pass out. To be honest, I don't even know if she's alive at this point..."
"Thank god." He said. "I'm just glad you're okay." He stood up to hug Carter, pulling her in tight. Carter let out a sigh of relief.
"Well," she said, "I've been better, but, yeah, I guess I'm okay..." She wrapped her arms around his waist and slightly squeezed him. She's the perfect height to be able to rest her head on his chest and hear his heart beating.

"Well, let's go lay down, watch Clueless, maybe? I know it's your favorite, so I figured it might make you feel a little better, given everything that's happening and all. And plus, we have school tomorrow, so we should try and get some rest."
"Actually..." she said, trying to sound casual. "we don't...pack a bag. We're going on a little adventure."
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