Existential Crisis

Chapter 2

CARTER'S P.O.V

He looked at me with confused eyes before furrowing his eyebrows down at me.

"I work with your dad, right?" He spoke in a British accent that I don't remember hearing back at the warehouse.

"Arnold. Not dad." I corrected grumpily. "and I would appreciate if you got off me." I smartly commented. I was in a mood from the proximity I was to the ocean. He finally reacted and got off of me then took my hand and helped me up. I looked to the ground and quickly wiped away my tears.

"So why were you running?" He questioned.

"Something was chasing me." I lied, well maybe Arnold was chasing me.

"I don't see anything. What were you running from?" He didn't seem to buy my excuse.

"Arnold."

"Your dad?"

"Don't call him my dad!" I shouted.

"Geez, take the stick out of your ass."

"Well that's a little hard when you're still standing in front of me." I spat and walked past him bumping his shoulder.

"Wait what's your name?" I heard him call after me.

"Harry Styles!" I shouted back. There's no way in hell I'm telling smartass over my name.

"CARTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Arnold's voice pierced through my ears. I began to run as fast as I could again.

Where the hell am I even going?

"CARTER!!!! STOP RUNNING!!!!!" I ignored the constant calls for me and kept running. The people I ran past all gave me strange looks, but I couldn't care less. Everything was becoming a blur again and the feeling that I was going to get caught only grew. I felt the whole world slipping away but my thoughts were interrupted when a familiar voice shouted.

"Hey Harry Styles hop in!" I looked up and skidded to a stop to find a black van nearing me. I furrowed my brow. Then the window was scrolled down to reveal a guy with dark hair that fell over his dark eyes. Dan.

"Well Harry, you getting on?" He mocked. I swung the door open and jumped in the shut the door, looking back only once to see Arnold angrily, desperately running for me. I smirked and buckled up my seatbelt.

"No thank you? well it was no problem." He said in mock hurt.

"My hero, happy now?" I gushed.

"Very." He smiled. I rolled my eyes and sighed hesitantly.

"Really thanks though, I don't want to know what would've happened if I was caught." I rested my head back onto the seat.

"Why are you running from him though?"

"He's abusive and a terrible excuse for a father and I hate him. I don't want to go back home with him." I opened up to a complete stranger an had no problem with it. Should I have done that?

"Where will you go then?" He asked clearly finding flaws in my escape.

"Probably hell, heaven's out of the question for me." I pretended to not understand why he'd said and gave him the smartest answer I could find.

He chuckled.

"Yep me too. But really where will you go?"

"I don't have a fucking clue, but right now I have to ask you where are we going?" I looked out at the road where the sun was setting at the moment. Nothing looked too familiar.

"Oh right! You know what? I forgot you were even there and I drove to my flat."

"Ha-ha that was hilarious." I mocked.

"Hey, I hate to do this but I have to let you off here." He said sheepishly.

"Of course you do." I sighed and waited for the van to stop. When it did I opened the door and was about to step off but I was pulled bak from my backpack. I turned my head. Dan just looked back as if trying to think of the reason my he stopped me.

"Can I help you?" I, annoyed with the boy who has left me in the middle of nowhere, waited for an answer.

"I didn't catch your name." He reminded me. I rolled my eyes.

"Later Dan." I got out of his reach an jumped off and shut the door. I stepped away from the van as the window was scrolled down.

"Name."

"No."

"Please."

"Go away."

"You go away."

"If I knew where I was I would go away." Anger slowly began to build up inside me.

"Well some one's pretty stupid to not know where she is."

"You're an asshole you know." I spit.

"Takes one to know one."

"Just leave me alone and go away."

"Why don't you go away?"

I pondered on it for a minute.

"You know what? I will go away. I'll go away from you, from Arnold, from pain, and from my fucking life that has no meaning! I will go away, to a bridge and fucking jump off!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Dan looked dumbfounded staring at my fuming appearance. And I, like before, felt like crying, throwing up and dying all at once. I stomped my foot forcefully on the ground before turning and walking off. The angry tears stung my eyes as I walked the strange streets. It was already dark out and I was alone in the middle of a place I don't recognize.

"Great." I mumbled to myself. I can't believe that guy. Yeah, we don't know each other, but he could've actually helped me. Or given me directions to somewhere. But no. He just wants to get home and be in the comfort ness that I've never experienced. I held onto my backpack straps tightly as a stress reliever as I stalked through the dark unfamiliar roads.

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After hours of walking, found an abandoned park. It was obviously empty so I roamed into it and discovered a bench under a tree. I took a seat and put down my backpack beside me. I decided to get some rest. Laying down and resting my head on my backpack.

What's the worst that could happen?

Rapist? Insane hobos? Thieves?

Who gives a damn brain?

I do!

Well you should shut up!

Oh fuck, tomorrow's a guaranteed long day.

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A/N:

Okay, so no one has even read this book yet.. but I will carry on anyways...

SOME ONE PLEASE TELL MEH WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS DAMN BOOK!!! *falls to knees and begins to cry hysterically*

Well I have no shout outs to give -.- and no people to thank -.-

So...

BAIIII!!!!!!

~NAT :p