Alone

New Start

My name is Aventura, it means adventure. I just turned 21 and I've run away from my Californian home. My father was forcing me to marry a man 15 years older than me just because his family is rich and succesful. I've left to find freedom and happiness. I'm not too sure where I'm heading. I just know that its away from Cali.

Gone from home for about 2 weeks now, No one's come looking for me. I've been walking from place to place sometimes getting a taxi, sleeping in random hotel rooms each night. I was lucky my 'Fiance' gave me a credit card the day before I left. With out it I probably would have spent the night on the streets and gotten killed or died from hunger. I was grateful that they hadn't canceled the card but I just wish I had my own money. Money I earned on my own.

I'm walking through a run down neighborhood with trash everywhere, the clouds grey waiting to pour down on me, and a few random people outside talking. I noticed that I'm being followed. I see the shadow of a tall figure walking behind me. I turn my head slightly to see who it could be. I feel a shiver go down my spine as I see the face of a man. The relief fills my face as I see he's in a blue suit and has a badge and gun. It's just a police officer. I sigh with relief as he walks past me toward some women on the corner of the street. They're all dolled up wearing tight short dresses and stilettos with makeup packed on all over their faces. After watching them talk to the officer for a bit he hand cuffs them. My assumption that they were prostitutes was right.

As I walked out of this sad neighborhood it started to rain hard. I ran toward a near by gas station nearly tripping on the curb. As I enter the gas station the cashier gives me a wink and I just ignore it. I walk to the back of the store and grab a few things I'll need to make it to the next town. An umbrella, water bottles, a bag of jerky and some chips. I go up to the cashier and pay with the credit card. As I leave I stuff my items into my small bag and open the umbrella. I'm only an hour away from the next town. Hopefully the next town will be nicer than this one. I head down the street walking slowly when ever the water would hit harder, but then faster when I'd walk past some older men that were eyeing me.

I hadn't expected to be walking around in the rain or cold weather so I hadn't dressed correctly. A thin t-shirt with a knit sweater, ripped jeans and converse. My shoes and socks were soaked. As I walked past a thrift store I decided to go in and buy something to change into. I bought a thick jacket, new jeans, long socks, and a turtle neck. All the shoes they had were too big so I grabbed the smallest pair of mens boots. The clothes smelled badly but I didn't care as long as I was warm. It was barely 2 in the afternoon so I kept on walking. The rain stopped and the sun was finally coming out. I stopped at a library to ask where I was at. Apparently I had crossed into Oregon and was already halfway through. Since I had taken a taxi when I first left it had brought me close to the border of Cali and Oregon. I might just take another taxi to drive me up to Washington since it seems to rain a lot through here. I was currently in between Newport and Lincoln city.

I decided to take a taxi to the next town and stayed the night at a hotel. The next day I took another taxi as far as it could take me until it got dark. I did this for days until I got to a random town that looked nice enough to settle down in. It was close to the ocean and it looked peaceful. A place I could live in for years. It was surrounded by trees. The taxi driver dropped me off at the Housing office for this small town. He said they were Native American's and that this was their reservation which the government gave them to live on. He said this place was called La Push.

As I stepped out the taxi I saw many young men running toward what looked like a youth center for the town that was just feet away from the housing office and the homes. Everything here was so close by and it seemed like everyone here got along well. I walked into the office and was greeted by a young women named Emily in her late 20's. I tried hard not to stare at the right side of her face because I noticed she had large scars. She noticed me trying not to look.