Table for Five

Runaways

My concert ^^

Time: May 30th, 1997
Place: New York
POV: Brooklyn

*mystical magical flashback*

"Be careful you two! Make sure to call when you get there!" My mom yelled as Brandon and I pulled out all of your bags from my old van. It was the last day of school, well, 4 a.m. the next day, and Brandon had promised me that we'd go see his hometown, Las Vegas, Nevada. He had told wondrous tales of late nights and starry skies.
As we passed through airport security, I began to get very nervous. I was never good on planes, they always sent my anxiety skyrocketing. Brandon (being the gentleman he always was), saw this, and reached for my hand,
"Hey Brooklyn-nova, you are going to be fine, you know I wouldn't let anything happen to you. Right?"
I nodded, slowly relaxing my tensed muscles. With the help of an ungodly amount of Tylenol PMs, I slept through the entire flight.
I woke up to Brandon shaking me gently, "Morning sleepyhead!" He cooed.
"Morning asshole." I groaned, rubbing my eyes. I hate airplanes, flying, and places other than home, so as you can probably imagine, I wasn't in the best mood.
"Get up, asshole." Brandon said, grinning widely. We stood up and dragged our bags off the crowed plane. Relieved to be back on solid ground, I suggested we got some food. After eating, Brandon rushed us into a cab which sent us flying to our hotel.
We were only in middle school, and we were all alone in Las Vegas. Looking back on it, maybe that wasn't the best decision of our lives. We stumbled into our hotel room and flopped onto the bed. Brandon sweetly hummed a song he had written just prior;
Blonde hair blowin' in the summer wind
A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand
I'd been on a trail for a little while
But that was the night that she broke down and held my hand
The teenage rush, she said, 'maybe I'll just runaway, we got time'
Well that ain't much...
We can't wait 'til tomorrow
You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it?
It's the one thing you can choose, oh!

We got engaged on a Friday night
I swore on the head of our unborn child that I could take care of the three of us
But I got the tendency to slip when the nights get wild.
It's in my blood
She says she might just runaway somewhere else, some place good
We can't wait 'til tomorrow
You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it?
It's the one thing you can choose

Let's take a chance baby we can't lose
And we're all just runaways
I knew that when I met you, I'm not gonna let you runaway
I knew that when I held you, I wasn't lettin' go

We used to look at the stars and confess our dreams
Hold each other to the morning light
We used to laugh, now we only fight
Baby are you lonesome now?

At night I come home after they go to sleep
Like a stumbling ghost, I haunt these halls
There's a picture of us on our wedding day
I recognize the girl but I can't settle in these walls

We can't wait 'til tomorrow
No we're caught up in the appeal, baby why you wanna hide it?
It's the last thing on my mind
(Why you wanna hide it?)
I turn the engine over and my body just comes alive and we all just runaway
I knew that when I met you, I'm not gonna let you runaway
I knew that when I held you, I wasn't lettin go, no no no!
(No no no!)
(And we're all just runaways)
Yeah runaway
(And we're all just runaways)
Yeah

My eyes slowly shut, feeling Brandon's hot breath on my neck.
I awoke to a sharp pain in my legs and stomach, and my clothes looked like they had been removed and then put back onto my body. I thought nothing of it at the time, but now, it all makes sense.

He said he'd never let anything happen to me, then why did all of this happen?