Runaway (A not so cliche Arrange Marriage story......Probably)

Prologue

Prologue

 

“I HATE YOU! YOU RE THE WORST PARENTS EVER!” I screamed.

 

“Blake calm down. It wont be for a few more years. That should be enough time for you to get use to the idea.” Father said.

 

“HOW DO YOU GET USE TO BEING IN A FUCKING ARRANGED MARRIAGE.” I cried.

 

“Watch your tongue and you need to get married to inherit our business.” Father replied calmly once again.

 

“Your fiancee will be coming over every week for you guys to get to know each other. He s eight, only just a year older than you. I pretty sure you ll get along fine.”

 

“Not to mention he s from a very wealthy family.” Mother piped in.

 

“I screeched, stomped my foot and ran to my room. I was fuming. To inherit the business? I could do that right now. They've been stuffing things in my brain since I could talk. Hired all sorts of private tutors. I bet mother and father just want the fortune and reputation. If mother say that they re very wealthy they are probably one of the other three wealthiest families. They never allowed me to live a normal life and now this. No matter how much I don t want to I always did as I was told. I am sick of this.

 

You know what, I quit.

 

Ripping out a piece of paper from my notebook, I wrote them a simple note saying that I was leaving and not coming back. Grabbing one of my bags I stuff some clothes in and some money. I threw the bag out the window and using the vines on the walls, I made my way down.

 

Being small for my age, I was able to get pass the security guards without any trouble.

 

I wander around the city purposely following those motherly looking ladies so I don t get noticed. I m sure my parents found my absence by now and most likely sent a maid to check on me.

 

Sure enough after thirty minutes of walking I heard a blimp fly by. The one with those T.V screens.

 

“Our poor daughter she's only seven. Where could she be.” I heard mother cry. I rolled my eyes. How much faker could she sound.

 

”Have you considered that maybe she ran away since no ransom or anything has been sent yet.” someone, who I guess is a reporter or something asked. Smart guy.

 

“Oh of course not. She always had a fragile body, it s impossible.” Mother said, as if the idea of it was preposterous. Nice mother. Real nice. What total bullshit. Fragile, yah right. They're pathetic.

 

”We are able to offer thirty thousand to anyone who can find her and bring her back safely.” Father announced with a stone face.

 

I know they're going to post my pictures soon. It's a good thing I have a hood on. Still I better change my appearance, and soon. Walking on I searched for a wig store. I was able to find one quick enough. Quickly I purchased a short black wig and hurried into the bathroom. I carefully tucked my strawberry blonde hair into that of the wig. I looked into the mirror and smiled. No one will ever guess I m Blake Collins. Not while I look like this.

 

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