Love Runner // Jonah Marais fanfiction

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

*5 year old steffanie*

Today was my first day of school! I can't wait to make new friends! I wore my pretty pink dress and mommy did my hair as pigtails (2 ponytails)

I got to my class and everyone was getting ready and saying bye to their parents.

"Okay sweetie you're going to do great! Just pay attention to the teacher and be your own beautiful self" mommy says kissing my cheeks

"Okay remember don't hug any boys they have cooties" dad says making me giggle

I wave goodbye to both of them and looked around to sit.

"Hello! Steffanie right?" I nod my head

"I'm ms. Smith, I'm your teacher! Why won't you sit next to Jonah?" She says pointing to a little boy who was drawing

I sat next to him and set my little bag and lunch box down.

"Hello! I'm steffanie want to be friends?" I ask

"Sure!" He smiles

"Great! What are you drawing?" I look over

"It's a robot" he says holding the drawing up

"Want to share my cookie at lunch?" I offer

"Sure! Do you like apple sauce?" He says holding it out and I nod in response.
That whole day we stuck by each other's side and became closer than ever

*8 years old*

I was playing with my American girl dolls and Polly pockets as tomorrow is my birthday and mommy went somewhere.. I think for my present! but then I heard yelling and sobs downstairs.

I held my dollys tightly and crept down the stairs.

"Daddy?" I said quietly (a/n stop ya nasty)
Why is he upset

"Get in car!" He yells at me making me whimper slightly.

What's happening?

I head to the car and waited for daddy to pick me up and put me on my seat booster.

He does so and we head to wherever we go to.

We arrive at this big white building.
Daddy takes me off the seat and picks me up running inside the building.

"Where is she?! Where's Elizabeth jones!" He yells

"Sir she's in the emergency room please wait here in the waiting room" the desk woman says nervously.

Dad groans in frustration and brings me with him to this room that is filled with people and chairs.

"Daddy? What's happening" I ask

"You'll find out soon. We just need to wait" he says not even looking at me but I stay quiet and in my seat.

*30 minutes later*

"For Elizabeth jones?" A doctor comes out and says

My dad stands up and tells me to stay where I am while he talks to the man.

Not so long after daddy goes onto his knees and starts to cry again.

The man leaves him and I try to approach daddy.

"Let's go" he says harshly and grabs my wrist pulling me back to the car but I didn't say anything

We arrived back home and I kept asking daddy where's mommy.

"Alright! Enough! Your moms dead! And it's your fault!" He yells.

What did I do?

"But da-" I start

"No! Go to your room" he yells pushing down everything he comes in contact with and plates breaking

Tears well up in my eyes and I head up the stairs closing it.

What does he mean mommy is dead?

Why is it my fault?

*2 years later*

Tomorrow is my 10th birthday. I'm never looking forward to my birthdays anymore. Not after my moms death.

She was driving to get my 8th birthday present but instead she hit a huge tree after driving over a hill off road once her brakes started to malfunction.

My father.. he has been terrible to me ever since. Blaming me saying it's my fault of her death since she was getting my present and he's been making me do everything.

I had to cook and clean and fetch him beer bottles.

Yep you guessed it. He's an alcoholic and to make it worse he abuses me. Never changed since the past two years.

I was walking home from school and Jonah and I were paired to do a project together so I had to stay out late to go to his house and work on it.

Luckily we finished it but it did take 6 hours since we got out from school

So it's now 9 pm and Jonah wouldn't take no as an answer to have me walk alone at night.

But considering we are only 10 his mom offered for a drive and for Jonah to come with to say goodbye to me.

I arrived and I was terrified on what was waiting for me behind the door. But I had to.

Once I opened the door there he stood. The man who is my father. But one who had never loved me.

I looked behind me and mrs. Roth Frantzich (it's Jonahs real last name if you didn't know) and Jonah were waiting until the door was closed and I was safe.

That didn't happen.

The old drunk grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the ground slapping me.

"Where the hell were you!" I smell the alcohol lingering in his mouth

"Hey! Stop!" Mrs. Roth frantzich yells talking to someone on the phone.

The cops.

My 'father' starts to walk towards them but I trip him with my arm.

"JONAH LEAVE!" I yell and my father drags me away slamming the door.

He makes me pack all my bags and we left straight away. I didn't want to.

Before I left to catch a last minute flight to California I texted Jonah.

That I'm leaving and changing my identity.

I had to.

Or else I don't know whether I'd still be alive or not.