June 13, 2014
This is one of my stories from Quotev.com and I decided to put it on here. Enjoy!!
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Hey.
It's me. Jollie.Yup, I run. A lot.
In the woods, between houses. Everywhere.
I have long, brown hair. Mom says helps me stay hidden. Brown eyes.
I carry a backpack. What's in my backpack? Weapons. Water. A jacket. Some money. Pretty much it. What do I run from? Well, that's what this is about.
My mom dated this guy when I was about... nine-years-old. This man was crazy, and we knew it.
We? Me. Mom. Dad. Brother. That's we.My mom knew what would happen if she tried to break-up with him. She would die. Get hurt. Abuse. All that jazz.
She would be threaten by the man, saying he would kill me and my brother."It's the alcohol talking!"
So, one night, my mom told me and my brother to go and run. Run to dads house. Run as fast as we can. Take money, take a taxi, take anything and run. My brother took what he should and I took what I should and started running out of the house. We took about $300.
Yes.
That's what happened.
A year past. And my brother said that since I'm now ten, I can do things on my own. He is three years older than me; named Joey. He taught me how to fight. We knew what was coming.
We eventually got to our dads' house. He was dead. Joey said he suspected such, but I stayed silent.
We made like a tree and leaved.
Joey took a knife from dads house. Took more water and money, $200 more. Joey -I think- took dads' wallet.
Anyways, this is our life. My life. So I'm just making myself a home. Ask strangers for anything. They give me food. Money. The usuals.
Now that you know my story. This might be a ride for you. Just hang on and go with the flow. Don't puke though.
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A/N:
Under construction; it's been a LONG time since I've looked through this story.It's not very good, but I've been told that "it's one of my favorites!!1!1!!" So. I keep it up.
Like my story? Hope so! Anyways. This is my 2nd story and I think it's better than my 1st. Thanks for reading! Will update as soon as possible. Bye Pepl!
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