The Runaway

Elora

Mark woke me up about 30 minutes before we landed. Mark asked me if I wanted to hang out with him and his friend. I politely declined. I had to hide until I knew for sure I was safe. He gave me his number in case I changed my mind.

We landed and Mark and I parted ways as we left the airport. I was kind of sad. I really wanted to hang out with him and meet his friend. I haven't had friends in a long time because of my father.

I hailed a cab and asked the driver to take me to the closet salon. When we got there I asked him if he could wait for me. He said he would but I would be charged. I didn't mind. I went in the salon and asked the hairdresser if she could strip my hair of all color and cut it. She nodded her head and got to work. After about 2 hours I was finally done. I was becoming the person I was always meant to be. It actually only took so long because she talked me into putting purple streaks in my hair as well. I didn't mind purple was my favorite color.

I walked outside half expecting the driver to be gone. Instead it looked like he was taking a nap. I woke him up and asked him to take me to a motel that wasn't well known. After we arrived I paid him. He was surprised when I gave him $100 tip. He tried to refuse but he had been so nice and patient with me I wouldn't let him. He definitely deserves it.

After arguing for 10 minutes he took the money and I walked in to motel and got a room. When I got in my room I went to the bathroom and took the contacts out. There we go much better. I looked at myself in the mirror. I recognized the women in front of me, but then again I didn't. A familiar stranger. I needed to find myself again. Find who I truly am not the person my father has made me.

I checked the burner phone I had gotten before I left New York. I forgot Mark and I had traded numbers. He had texted asking how I was. Awe that's so sweet. I told him I was good. A few seconds later my phone rang from him trying to FaceTime. I highly doubt he would recognize me with the makeover. I decided to answer.

"Yay you answered I didn't-whoa! What did you do to yourself?" Mark asked once he actually saw me.

"I decided to change a few things. Does it look that bad? Other than the purple I'm all natural now. Maybe father was right." My eyes started to tear up. It hurt that he didn't like the real me.

"What?! That's really how you look?! That means you were even wearing contacts. Wasn't that uncomfortable? It's not bad you look even more amazing than before!"

"Yep this is the real me. Father had me look a certain way to appease his colleagues and the other elites he associates with. I absolutely hated it. The contacts where the worst! Thanks Mark I was worried my father was right." I gave a small smile and blushed a little at his compliment.

"You sound like you're dad owns a multimillion dollar company or something like that." Mark said jokingly.

"Well actually he owns a few companies. So he himself is a multimillion dollar owner." Mark just stared at me. I think he was having a hard time believing me. "Mark my last name is Lovelet"

"Wait your telling me your dad is Frank Lovelet?! The Frank Lovelet?!"

"Yep the one and only." I said rather distastefully. I hated how people got when they found that out. That's why I never dated because they just wanted my fathers money.

"You look nothing like him. Actually you don't act like him either. I guess that's a good thing because I hate that man. He's rather cruel and selfish in my opinion. No offense."

"Trust me it's not an offense. What you're saying is more than the truth. I hate him as well. I look like my mother that's why I don't look like him. And my grandmother was a kind woman that's why I don't act like him."

We continue to talk for awhile. I asked him at one point where his friend was. Mark told me his friend had to do some grocery shopping and Mark didn't want to go. As we were talking Mark also told me the address of his friend. He really wanted me to meet this friend of his.

Right as we were about to hang up I heard talking outside the door. I put my finger to my mouth to signal for Mark to be quiet. He shook his had saying he understands. I got closer to the door. I heard guys talking on the other side.

"You sure she's in here? Boss won't be happy if we mess this up." I remember that voice. He was 2nd in command for security at home. Alex was his name if memory serves.

"Guy at the front desk said she looked different but he's sure she's in here. We won't mess up now shut up or she'll hear you. I gotta find the right key." That was the lead security guy. He was always an ass. His name is Brian. Shit they found me.

"Mark I gotta go. I'll get in contact with you here in a bit." I hung up the phone and grabbed my bag. I went to the window thankful I had gotten a ground room. I hopped out the window and closed the curtains before closing the windows. I looked around and saw more guys. Shit he just won't give up will he. I did what I could and ran for it.