Greaser

10. She's my little runaway

M A R Y

            I had to get out, I had to leave and go somewhere else. This house was toxic and I couldn’t stand it any longer. People paint this picture that even though people have both parents, and are rich that, their life is automatically good. But sometimes that not the case, and that just so happens to be applied to my life right now. I grabbed a bag from my closet, shoving random pieces of clothing inside when my mom came bursting through the door, leaning against it as she was completely out of breath.

“I don’t want you to go to a friend’s house, because if he tries to find one of us, he will go where he knows, you understand?” she started to gather a few of my things, things she thought I would need to get away, “We will meet at the diner on the other side of town on Tuesday night at five, alright?” I nodded, my mother’s arms wrapping around my body tightly, a kiss being planted on the top of my head. “I’ll see you Tuesday baby girl.” She smiled lightly, watching me toss my bags out the window before following along with them shortly. I looked around as soon as my feet hit the grass in the backyard, picking up my bags quickly and rushing off in the opposite direction of any of my friend’s homes. Maybe I could completely change my look, cut off my hair and wear jeans like Niall’s. Wear leather jackets and have a pocket knife that looked like a comb. My safest bet would be to stay on the other side of town, Niall’s side of town. As much as I really didn’t want to stay on that side, because I could be jumped at any moment, or maybe even killed. I remembered what Niall said, about how his mom had been trying to leave his father when she ran into the escape convict, the same one she fought with and ended up getting killed. This worried me just slightly, because even though we weren’t on the bad side of town, it was still possible that maybe the same thing could happen? What would the chances of that happening even be? I shook my head of any dark thoughts, yet seemingly not being able to get Niall from my mind.

“What will it be?” I shrugged, looking at the menu that was left at the table. “Just a burger I guess.” I let out, not even looking at the waiter, not with the fresh bruises painted on my eye. I flipped through the pages of the magazine my mom had tossed in my bag before I made a break for it out my window, hoping that no one would recognize me around here.

“Mary?” I rolled my eyes, knowing the source of the voice. The only person who would know my name around here besides Niall, and that was Harry. I kept my head down, nodding lightly hoping he wouldn’t stay that long.

“It’s harry, remember?”

“Yeah, uh I’m not really up for talking, so if you could just walk on back over to your own table that would be great.” I muttered.

“You were right Niall, it is her!” Harry shouted across the diner, before finally walking off back towards his table of buddies that I hadn’t even noticed where here until now. I rolled my eyes, thanking the waiter as he set my food on the table in front of me, shortly followed by Niall’s presence across the booth.

“What are you doing around here?” I shrugged, afraid to even give so much as a glance because he would notice my darker black eye that was almost healed last week. “Are you going to look at me? Or do I have to be a cocky ass hole for the third time this week?” he chuckled, stealing a fry from my plate, as he lowered his head in hopes of getting a better look. “Mary—why won’t you look at me?” his tone becoming a bit more sincere, and maybe even a little nervous when I refused to even give him the littlest reply. I could hear him slide of out his side of the booth and slid in next to me. His index finger resting under my chin as he moved my head to make me look at him full on. His face fell with emotion, before turning slightly red out of anger.

“You’re fucking kidding right?  That last time wasn’t good enough!?” he shouted, standing up from the booth, causing me to bury my head in my hands out of embarrassment. I knew all eyes were on Niall and me, and to be honest I hated the feeling.