Broken Soul Looking For Love

Runaway Love

I felt completely worthless and scared as I walked the streets late night. I had on black tights, a sweatshirt and white socks . Yup, you thought correct. I didn't have any shoes on. I walked through the woods to make it to the roads. As I'm walking all I could do was just keep looking back . I was beyond paranoid. On top of almost every car beeping at me to get my attention. Any thing could've happened.
Soon enough , I made my way to Daniels  best friends house. I knocked on the door for at least 15 minutes before Tyrese came to the door. My words were broken up and hard to understand because I had been crying so much. I finally managed to tell Tyrese what happened. Tyrese couldn't help but notice I had only socks on my feet and they were soaked from when I walked through the woods . Tyrese went in the house and came back out with a pair of some Adidas slides.
Once I got out of my wet socks and into the slides I was a little more relaxed. I explained why I got kicked out and of course Tyrese didn't know what to do so he called Daniel.
        Daniel rode his bike from his house all the way up the hill. He held me as I cried and told the story over again. Once I was done telling the story I added an important detail in the story but i said it only loud enough for Daniel to hear. His eyes got so wide and his jaw dropped.
Eventually Tyrese's grandmother came outside and offered to take us home. Or at least to Daniels home. I was so nerves. I've never met any of Daniels family besides his older brother Joseph. I knew this was going to be weird for me, especially because Daniel wasn't even supposed to have me there.

      We finally got to his moms house. I tip toed in through the back door and went into Daniels room. I changed into some sweatpants and attempted to fall asleep. It was hard with everything on my mind so I just sat there shaking my leg. I tried so hard to relax myself but my anxiety was not having that. Daniel laid behind me. I guess he knew I was stressed out so he just held me and played in my hair. I finally fell asleep. But Daniel couldn't. Anyone who knows me knows that I jump in my sleep, as if someone is attacking me in my dream. That's because when I sleep I have realistic nightmares. Things that have happened to me , replay in my sleep.Daniel didn't find that out until that night. He wasn't able to sleep due to me jumping so he was up for hours writing me a long paragraph.
I woke up to Ms. Karen banging on the door. I instantly jumped up and was terrified. At that point I remembered I wasn't supposed to be there. Should I hide? Well.. there wasn't any where to hide. I just sat on the bed trying my best to act normal. Daniel slid out the room and talked things over with his mom. When Ms.Karen came back in the room she sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. She explained that she would have to call someone to handle the situation because she couldn't help me out with much.
The anticipation was kicking my ass at this point .After Ms. Karen walked into her room all I could do was worry. What is going to happen next ? Am I going to child protective services? Am I going to the police station ? I didn't know what to expect. Tears slowly fell down my cheeks as reality smacked me in the face. I'm literally a homeless kid right now. No mom. No Dad. No aunts not uncles. My options were limited. Too limited to survive and actually be happy.
Daniel heard me crying and instantly rushed to hold me. Only thing was , I didn't want to be held. What the fuck was a hug going to do? A hug couldn't build me a house or get me back into mine, so I didn't want it. Selfish huh? I know he was only trying his best but sometimes his best wasn't enough. I cried and cried and cried. Eventually I fell asleep in his arms. I remember having a dream. I had a beautiful baby girl in my arms and her name was Jah'nae Kimondo. Brown skin , full head of hair and big brown eyes. All she did was laugh at me as I sang her a lullaby.
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I instantly woke up to the sound of banging on the house door. The banging cut my dream short but All I could think was who could it be? My dad didn't know where Daniel lived and none of Ms.Karen's friends would've knocked that hard. The knocking continued until Daniel went to open the door. I overheard the lady ask for me and I just shut down. I didn't want to be taken away. I didn't want to go anywhere Daniel wasn't going. Unfortunately that wasn't how the life of a teenager worked. I didn't get to make my own decisions. Someone always had to make them for me.
Eventually I found out the lady at the door was a case worker for child protective services. The lady reminded me a lot of my first ever case worker from when I used to live with my Mother. Only difference was she was a little shorter and her name was Amanda. Amanda was fascinated by my file. She rambled on and on about how pretty I am and how pretty girls don't fight or run away from home. Except I didn't run away from home. I couldn't stand when people said that. Amanda explained to me what would happen next. Either my dad comes to pick me up or I go to a shelter. I called my dad to come pick me up and of course he didn't answer. Amanda tried calling him a couple times too. Ten minutes deep into trying to get ahold of my father , there was another knock at the door. Daniel went to open it, only to reveal to heavy set police officers. "We're looking for a fugitive on the run. Do you know anyone by the name of Mya Sanderson ? "
Daniel hesitated. He didn't know what to do but by the time he figured it out , it was to late. The police officers already made eye contact with me. I tried to run out the door but unfortunately I wasn't fast enough. The cops grabbed me and slammed me into the hood of the car.
" STOP , she's pregnant ! Get her off her stomach like that !" That's all Daniel kept yelling to the police officers. You could tell he was about to start crying , so I just turned around and told him to relax and reassured him that I was fine.
They put me in the back of the car and took me down to the station . All I could do was cry. At this moment all I wanted to do was die.. just like last time .. I just wanted to die... what was I going to do ? What was going to happen next ?

- To be continued. -