His Way

Runaway Girl

Amalia's P.O.V.

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"Ughhh" I groan as i sit up.

"I hate this fucking bed!" i practically cry as i finally get up clutching my hip for dear life.

I'm so sick of this i repeatedly say in my head as i limp to my disgusting bathroom for a somewhat hot shower.

Just as i jump in the shower i remember i needed to leave this dump in the morning, just to move right into another one. I never stay in the same motel for more than a week, I cant take a chance in him finding me, then all the bullshit i went through these past two months would be for nothing and if things couldn't get any worse I was running out of money.

I was hoping that the money would last me till i figure out what ill do to support myself, but bloody hell was i wrong, The five hundred dollars i stole definitely wasn't enough. I made a mental note to steal more if i had to run away from someone again.

The chill of my once warm water brought me out of my thought's.

I got out the shower and looked at myself in the mirror, it seems like i do this every morning, Take a 10 minute shower and stare at myself in the mirror, Trying to figure myself out. I had no idea what i wanted, i was alone and scared, but i would rather be that than be controlled and treated like a child everyday, i wouldn't do it, I wanted to do things for myself and make my own decisions, I'm Twenty-one years old for crying out loud!

Im taking my life back.

I went to my black bag to see if i had anything to snack on.

"A stale Pop-tart, yum" i say sarcastically and roll my eyes.

I opened the foil and unwillingly ate what i had, it seemed like i was always starving.

I haven't had a good warm meal and a nice bath in a while and I'm not going to lie i missed it pretty bad. I missed my bed, and i missed my garden, But i shamefully missed him more.

"Ughh!!!" I hiss loudly to try and get rid of the thought of him, they already interrupted my sleep practically every night.

He feels like he owes me his life because he made a promise to my father that he would protect me, but maybe if my father didn't live the lifestyle he did then he would still be here to protect me himself, I didn't want that lifestyle.

"What am i going to do." I mumbled to no one while i laid on my bed staring at the chipped ceiling.

It was already getting a little late so I decided to just sleep for the rest of the evening, Escape my thoughts and the stress about having to pack up and leave again.

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I admit this chapter was a little all over the place and short, so sorry about that, still kind of new to this.

Hope you enjoyed anyways!