Trouble // Nick Mara AU

One

Josie's POV

" Shit " I muttered to my self. I was running out of time & Christian was going to be here any minute. I gave on folding my clothes & just stuffed them in the duffel bag. I grabbed my 2 other bags & walk towards the window. I threw the bags out & watched them hit the concrete.

" Where is she ?! " I heard my father shout , my heart be started racing & I started to panic more & more. I could hear his footsteps stomping against the wool on the stairs. I put one leg over the window seal onto the fire escape & then the other. I ran down the stairs without looking back. My father was shouting profanities left & right ,My mother's screams were horrific , I knew he had now hit her but I couldn't turn back.

I lowered the ladder & carefully climbed down it. the cold weather made me shiver as I gathered up my bags. My hair was still wet from washing out the brown dye from my hair. I knew I was going to get sick sooner or later but none of that mattered right now. I just had to got out of New York. All I had on was my " Trump is not my president " sweatshirt & my dark blue jeans with some white vans. I looked at my surroundings before heading towards the nearest cab.

People didn't even glance at me as I struggled with 3 heavy bags down the streets of Manhattan but of course. Its too busy for anybody to notice anything. I waved my hand until a cab stopped for me. I threw my bags in the trunk & hurried in the cab.

" Where to m'am ? "

" JFK airport please. " He nodded & started to drive. I took this time to acknowledge New York. The fancy street lights , the tall buildings , the people. This was my last time here. I didn't care about anybody I left behind. They put me in danger so I had to leave. They won't be able to find me & that's exactly what I want.

3 months I've been planning this. Buying an apartment , the plane ticket , saving money. It was finally happening I was leaving. Excitement rushed through me but also relief . I was no longer that girl who got abused mentally & physically by her family. The girl who had to wear sweaters during high school because of the bruises & scars.

Ever since I was 12 I've been going through this. I don't know how I lived to see 18 but here I am. My father was a big time drug dealer in New York but he had other connects in Cuba , London , Brazil & many other places I don't care to name. I don't know why I was abused but he did it. I always thought it was because I was a bad child or something but then I grew up to realize that it wasn't me. it was him.

" Here we are " I paid the fee of the cab & grabbed my stuff out the trunk. I walked into the airport that was packed with hundreds of people coming & going from all over the world. Now its my turn to get out of here.

My flight was boarding in a few minutes & I couldn't wait . I was impatient. I took a seat closest to where I had to go & waited. All I can think about is my new life & how its going to be. I won't be able to go to college but I could get a job & probably make new friends.

My phone ringed in my pocket interrupting my thoughts. I pulled out my jet black iPhone & & looked at the unfamiliar caller ID before sliding over the answer button.

" Hello is this Mrs Diaz ? " A high pitched voice greeted. I wasn't familiar with the voice but they knew me so they wanted something.

" Yes ? "

" Well this is Mrs Jane , the real estate worker ? I'm calling to confirm that you're going to be at the apartment at 12 to pick up the keys ? "

Shit I forgot to call her. Mrs Jane was the lady that helped me get my apartment. She was the only one willing to help me with everything because nobody wanted an 18 year old as a tenant.

" Oh yeah. I would be there by 12 , 12:30. My flight from New York is about to take off now. "

" Okay that's fine. "

" Boarding flight 121 from New York to Los Angeles , California. " I jolted up from my seat , taking my bags with me & ran to the gate. This wasn't my first time on a plane so I wasn't that nervous. The only thing I was nervous about was actually landing in LA.

Goodbye New York , hello LA !

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" I know you already know this but I would like to go through this again. The apartment has 3 rooms . One master , 2 guest rooms. One bathroom with both a walk in shower & tub. A kitchen with an island & bar stools already with it. Closets already with the rooms also a huge living room. " I glanced around the apartment & I couldn't help the huge grin that spread across my face. It was beautiful , I didn't care if it was too much for me . It was perfect.

We were at the dining room table ( that I'm glad came with the apartment ) signing the lease for to finally move in. " Now would you mind signing this last page & you'll be done ! " She chirped. I signed the last page with my signature & that was it. I was done.

I shook her hand that she held out for me. I was excited , happy , I couldn't even explain how I felt. She handed me the keys & left. I looked through the peep hole to make sure she wasn't insight before jumping up & down like a fangirl at a concert.

The only thing I had to unpack was my clothes & I did just that. I didn't have anywhere to put them at the moment so I just folded them & put them in the closet till I got a dresser.If you're wondering how I afforded this , I stole the money & most of it I saved up. I wasn't a bad person I just had to do what I had to do. Everyday for a year now I've been stealing a hundred to five hundred dollars from my parents. It sounds impossible if you knew my dad but I managed. I even brought a bunch of clothes & a new phone & once I did that I knew there was no going back on the plan.

Before I left , I left a letter for my mother. I had no respect for her but I wanted her to know that her only daughter was leaving her , her husband & her sons for good. Who would've thought little old me would manage to escape one of the most dangerous drug dealing families in New York ? I would now have the last laugh.

After putting away my clothes & toiletries I just sat down on living room floor. This came with a dining room table & bar stools but no couch ? Ugh , Note to self: Go furniture shopping tomorrow.

I pull out my phone from my pocket & dial the only person I knew who was in LA . The only person that would help me. It ringed twice before I heard the voice I loved to hear.

" Hello ? "

" Zion ? Its Jojo. " I hated the childhood name my friends gave me. Just because I was the youngest out of the bunch. It makes me cringe every time I hear it. My brothers used to call me it & everybody just carried it on. 

" Jo ? What the hell ? I'm all the way in LA & come to find out you're missing ! " He snapped. Zion wasn't humble when it came to me. He was practically my brother but then moved to LA & we drifted.

" Shut up, I know ! Look Im in LA c- "

" What the fuck, you're here ?! If your father finds out he will kill you ! " 

" I know that geez ! Look I'm going to send you an address , come to it then We'll discuss it. Not over the phone. " I hung up after that & texted him the address. Zion could be so difficult sometime I swear.

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I know this is a bit rushed but next chapter will be better. Sorry if its T R A S H .