The Runaway

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-Introduction-

In the distance, police sirens are heard. I have been running for three days without any rest. My legs are tired, my arms are heavy and my head is throbbing. I haven’t eaten in five days. I must weigh about 98lbs at this point but I have to keep going. I’m innocent!

All my life it seems as though I’ve been running. I’ve run away from my parents when the beatings came down too hard. I’ve run away from the police after finding out my parents overdosed themselves on drugs and alcohol. I’ve run from bullies who made fun of me for being an orphan and a nobody. I’ve also run away from the many prospective families who have adopted me throughout the years. I’m a nobody, and who would love a nobody.

At only 20 years old, I’ve seen it all. I’ve been abused, used, and thrown away. I’ve been nothing but a toy. If only I would have kept on running, I wouldn’t have been in this situation.

I’m hiding in the shadows after running away from a crime scene. I never meant for all this to happen. He was so young. I am in fact talking about my best friend Roman Harrison. But in order for you to understand all this, I will go to the beginning and explain why all this happened.

I was 14 years old when I was adopted by Edward and Gwyneth Carpenter. They looked like a loving, young couple; probably in their thirties who were looking for a teenager to raise.

According to their records, they could not conceive and they didn’t want to wait until a newborn was brought into the orphanage. I remember the day they came into the orphanage. Edward was wearing a grey suit, his black greasy hair combed back, and he was wearing sunglasses, while Gwyneth was wearing an olive green suit, her blonde hair was pulled back into a top bun and she was carrying a very expensive looking bag.

I know it was expensive because I went to jail when I was 8 for stealing a Prada bag for my mother’s birthday.

Little did I know that when I arrived at the house, the police were already there, but they weren’t there for me, yet. Turns out, my parents were drug dealers and cult worshippers who became addicted to the drugs they were selling and decided to end their lives by overdosing themselves on drugs. I never knew what kind of drugs they overdosed on because at that moment I was being carried away by the police and sent to juvie, until an aunt, whom I never even knew I had, rescued me.

Anyways back to Edward and Gwyneth. Like I was saying, I knew they were wealthy by the way they dressed and acted. I, for a fact knew I wasn’t going to get adopted. Snotty people like these, with their nose stuck in the air were always looking for young kids, preferably children ranging from newborns up until 8 year olds. As to mold them in their image. But who would have guessed that these idiots would take such a liking to a nobody like me?

I remember Mother May as she came up to me all excited, telling me to meet the Carpenters as they wanted to adopt me. I didn’t want to talk to them, in fact I had told Mother May I did not want to get adopted. I was waiting until I was 18 years old; that’s when they let you out of the orphanage, seeing as you’re an adult and they send you out into the world on your own. But alas, Mother May disagreed with my statement and send me off with the Carpenters.

For the first three months of being with them I was rude, mean, and aggressive to the point where Edward wanted to put his hand on me in an effort to ‘teach me some manners’ but Gwyneth always stopped him. His punishment would be to ground me in my room and leave me a day or two without food. The walls to my room were paper thin as I could clearly make out every word that Edward and Gwyneth would scream at each other.