The Runaway {Grayson Dolan Fan fiction}

Chapter 1: The Runaway

I ran away. I ran as fast as my legs could move. I had to get away, it just got to much.

Those stupid foster parents always treated me so bad. Their goody two shoes 10 year old daughter had something against me. She was such a freak. I couldn't live like that anymore. I couldn't live feeling like I was worthless, feeling unwanted. It's horrible.

She always told her parents lies about me. Whenever she told a lie her parents always believed her and hit me so hard that I had bruises all over me. They loved to put bulky rings on their fingers and hit me with them, leaving imprints of the rings in my temples, but yet they never did it to their own daughter. They've never noticed their daughters manipulative ways. She was a spoiled brat with her parents wrapped around her finger.

They threatened if I ever told my social workers what they had done to me they would kill me and they meant it. I was terrified and I had no one to talk to, no one to tell, except for Jc. Jc was my internet best friend, he was always there for me. It wasn't the same though. I wanted someone to talk to face to face, not just over phone calls. I have no friends except Jc.

I had enough of it. Not just of my foster parents, but of this town. I decided to go and get out of there. To start fresh.

*flashback*

"Mommy is a bitch, slut and a whore." Chloe, their 10 year old daughter was going around the house saying.

Her mother was fuming and of course the thing that usually happened, happened.

"Who taught you to say those vile words Chloe?" Her mother asked her shocked.

And of course the usual answer came out of Chloe's mouth...

"Alice did mommy" Chloe said and gave me a sly look as if to say Alice your in for it.

"Ok Chloe go on now I have to have words with Alice, and don't ever say those words again!" Said her mother getting pretty angry.

I thought I knew what would come next, a few slaps and hits to the head but I was wrong. Once Chloe was out of the room this happened.

"What the were you thinking telling my ten year old girl that bullshit about me?! Did you think you would get away with it well your wrong" She shouted in my face. "You disgust me!"

"I didn't say anything to her! She probably learned the words in school or something. And I mean it don't hit me or anything or I'll call the police and report you for child abuse!" I replied to her.

"But your not a child, Alice your 18 and still living under my roof so I can do whatever  I want to do to you! Tell anyone and I will punish you even harder, you might never even breath again" She screamed at me.

She slapped me across the face, I wasn't being treated like this anymore. I was sick of it. I deserve better than this. I did something I'm happy I did.

I punched her across the face and she fell to the ground.

"I will tell anyone I want you bitch I swear to god if you touch me one more time you will be going to prison!" I screamed in her face. "You deserve to rot in hell. You are no human being, you are a disgusting creature, just like your horrible husband."

Then in walked her husband John with the roasting hot poker, he has never burned me with that but he had threatened to.

I tried to run but he grabbed my arm and pushed the poker against my stomach. I screamed in pain, it really burned I knew I'd have a life long scar after that. He held it on my stomach for what felt like forever but realistically was only about 7 seconds.

I put my pain aside and turned around and grabbed the poker, I didn't have a mitt so it really hurt my hand but I didn't care I've been waiting to get revenge for too long.

I pushed it against his stomach and he fell to the ground in pain. I stuck it down his trousers and put it where it would really hurt. He let out such a howl it hurt my ears. While he was crippled over in pain I reached into his back pocket and grabbed his wallet and did the same to his wife who was out cold from the punch I gave her.

I ran upstairs and got a suitcase and packed most of my stuff in it. I didn't have much so everything I wanted would fit with just my junk left behind. Then I ran.

* End of flashback *

I stayed in a hotel that night, I was leaving Ireland the next day. I told Jc everything that happened and he said I could come to LA and stay with him. He will meet me at the airport and bring me to his place. I can't wait to see Jc for the first time.

The next day I saw something I never thought of. I was on the front page of the newspaper. It said I was wanted and on the run so if saw to contact the police immediately. The article was the story of what happened only they left out that they hit me and made it look like I abused them. The headline of the story on the newspaper was

The Runaway.