Runaway ~ Colby Brock

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🔴WARNING🔴
This book contains sensitive topics!

Natalia Dyer as Abigail and that famous Instagram girl that dyed her hair pink as Avery 😂 ⬆️

Abigail's P.O.V.

I was watching TV when the front door suddenly flew open and Jason stumbled in.
"Hey babyyy." he slurred. Of course, he was drunk again. He walked over to me, kissing me on the lips. I didn't kiss back, as I wasn't in the mood for his crap tonight, but I immediately regretted it.
"Something wrong?" Jason asked aggressively.
"Oh, no, it's just-"
I was cut off by him slapping me right across the cheek.
"Well if nothings wrong, why didn't you kiss back?!" he shouted as he grabbed my shoulders.
"Well, I-"
He slammed me into the wall, causing items in the room to rattle. I had hoped so badly that this didn't wake Avery up, but it was too late.
"Momma?" Avery questioned as she stood in the hall. Crap. I had to think fast because I knew that Jason wouldn't hesitate to hurt Avery too. Without a thought, I kicked Jason right where it hurts and ran to the hallway, swooping Avery up into my arms. I ran into my bedroom, locked the door, and started grabbing anything I could. I only grabbed an outfit or two for Avery and I, some money, and Avery's favorite stuffed animal before Jason came banging on the door.
"Open up!" he yelled.
I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and shoved it in the pocket of my hoodie. I grabbed my bag and started running toward the window. I could feel Avery softly crying into my shoulder which broke my heart. As soon as I was out the window, I took one look back and realized my phone had fallen on the floor. Before I could even think about going to grab it, Jason had busted through the door and I had started running. It was all I could do. I was tired of him and tired of being abused. I had been with Jason for 5 years. I'm 20 now but I was 15 and he had just turned 17 when we started dating. At first it was just an innocent teenage relationship, it was like a dream. But when he turned 21, it turned for the worse. He became an alcoholic and that's when I had Avery. I was only 17. It wasn't my choice, but I wouldn't give her up for the world. I ran as fast and as far as my legs could take me. I was just about to stop and take a break when I noticed a bus station about two blocks ahead. I ran there as quickly as I could, and when I got there, asked for the soonest bus to leave.
"Where are you headed?" the guy in the booth asked.
"As far away from here as possible."
I took five bus rides all the way from eastern Arizona to Los Angeles, California. Avery was obviously very upset, and although I tried to comfort her, her stuffed animal Tommy the Turtle seemed to be the only thing capable of that. I would've gone farther, but I was almost out of money and we needed food. I went to the closest grocery store and bought enough food to last us at least a couple days. I walked out of the supermarket holding Avery tightly against my chest, tears streaming down both of our faces. It was getting very dark and we had no place to go for the night. I had no idea what we were going to do now. I had no friends or family in L.A. and there was no way I had enough money for a plane ticket, apartment, or even hotel. I doubt my parents would let me live with them even if I could get back home. They weren't happy about the fact that I got pregnant at 17. They didn't understand that it wasn't my fault. The only thought I had was my old friend, Sarah, that moved to L.A. but we weren't on good terms at all. But I had to have somewhere for Avery to go as there was no way I would feel safe on the streets. I had memorized Sarah's number since we used to be best friends but I didn't have my phone. The only option was to ask to use somebody else's phone. I slowly walked down the busy streets of L.A. quietly humming trying to calm Avery down. I looked for anybody trustworthy to ask. I obviously know you can't trust someone just by their looks but it was worth a shot. After about 5 minutes I only saw people who were in a hurry or just flat out rude. A few people even made fun of me for crying. After a little bit more of trying, I spotted a guy who looked around my age. He had dark brown hair and was quite a bit taller than me. I decided to go over to him, giving up on trying to hold back tears.
"Excuse me?" I said as I tapped his shoulder.
His head popped up but he had a frown on his face when he saw that I was crying.
"What's up?" he asked with concerned look on his face.
"Can I borrow your phone to call someone?" I asked, my voice cracking, expecting denial but surprised when he immediately took his phone out. "Yeah here you go." he said as he handed me his phone.
I walked a few feet behind me to sit on a bench now bouncing Avery on my knee. I typed in Sarah's phone number and hesitantly pressed call hoping she hadn't changed her phone number.
"Hello?" I heard a voice on the other line say.
"Hey is this Sarah? It's Abigail." I said.