Running From Time (One Direction FanFic)

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Monday July 2nd 1999 was my 5th birthday. The day my mother made my cake and my father made my card. The day My mom and dad almost got a divorce because they couldn't bear look at each other because they couldn't agree on anything. Every 5 seconds something wrong would happen. One minute we're eating cake the next we're fighting about why the clown didn't show up. Then I would have to remind them that I was terrified of clowns but they never listened. They were too busy caring about their own problems. They didn't even realize that I was the person that was supposed to be celebrating.

The special girl on her special day.

That was also the first day I had a crush on a boy. His name was Jake and he was everything to me at the time. I had even invited him to my birthday party hoping he would come and as a git he would get on his knee and propose.

Of course I was 5, and very foolish. Foolish enough to believe that something wonderful might actually happen on that day. Nothing good came from having your birthday. In fact, ever since that day I haven't celebrated. My fifth birthday was my last birthday.

Mommy looked at daddy while I was eating and she sighed and said, "I don't think this is working". Daddy wasn't too happy about that statement. He was always one to try to believe that everything was okay. So he said "Well we can make it work. If you stop being so God damn frustrating we might be able to get something done".

Mommy had enough. She went up to him and slapped him across the face. Then she said "Don't talk to me like that" Daddy was furious at this point. Then he said "Ill talk to you however the fuck I want to talk to you." I then cringed by the use of foul language.

"Mommy" I said in a small voice, but that's all I was. A small distant voice, no care given to the petite little girl trying to celebrate her birthday.

"You know what? Im fucking done. Goodbye." Mommy said, grabbed her coat and stormed out. Then daddy said "Don't hit your ass on the way out." At this point I didn't know what to do. Daddy was mad, mommy was gone, and I was so alone. So as soon as daddy went upstairs I grabbed my shoes and my coat and I dashed out the door.

I ran. I ran so fast that I couldn't believe my own speed. I felt the wind on my hair and the ponytails flapping like wings.

I wanted to cry and yell and scream and kick my daddy for being so rude. I wanted to throw a lamp at mommy for leaving me. Now at the time I didn't know what she was going to do. So this leaving me piece was just foreshadowing another event.

Finally I stopped running and I sat on the grass and let everything out. I cried for hours, days it seemed. Until I saw it.

I saw my mommy kiss someone.

Not daddy.

Not anyone I knew.

When they were finished I tried to get closer and hear their conversation.

Mommy said "So want to go to your place tonight?" Then the man said "Don't you have someone else to be with?". At that point I wanted to scream 'YES SHE HAS TO BE WITH DADDY'. But I couldn't because I was in hiding, and a good ninja never reveals itself on the first job.

"I don't care about him right now, I just want to be with you" Mommy said and put a hand on his chest. "Well in that case. How about we head over there right now and I show you my new bed" He said and I didn't understand why he wanted to show mommy the bed because I was 5 but I still stepped forward, tears streaming down my face, then she saw me.

"Honey what are you-" She started to say but I stopped her. I've had enough of her lies. "You are the worst mommy ever. How could you do this to our family? I thought you loved daddy. I thought you loved me. Turns out every word has been a lie. Turns out every kiss had been a lie. Your a snake. Your not my  mommy. I cant love you if you are this person. So please tell me you're not this person. Please." I said crying and she came and kneeled down so she was face to face with me.