The runaway

The runaway Ch 1

Hi. I'm Reilly Todd, and life sucks for me. I'm abused by my stepfather. My mum died when I was 7, I'm seventeen now. My mother died of cancer. I really don't remember what my mum looks like, but I have a picture of her on my desk. I have dyed bright red hair, and I'm not that girly.

This is my life story....

I walked home from school with my penny board in my arms. "I wonder what he's going to do to me when I get home?" I wonder to my self. I continue to walk and hope I'm not late getting home or I will be in serious trouble. I check the time on my phone and it is 3:24. I have to be home by 3:29 so I begin to run. I reach my front door by 3:31 "Crap!" I exclaimed. just before I could reach the doorknob James ~my step father~ opened the door. "where have you been?" he asked. " I was.." I managed to say before he cut me off by grabbing my hair.

"Ow!" I scream as he dragged me in the house. He slapped his hand against my face. Then he ripped off his belt and begun whipping my head, arms, legs, and torso. I screamed in pain and tears burst out of my eyes. About 2 minutes later he stopped. " Go To Your Room And Don't Come Out!" he yelled. I quickly grabbed my penny board and my bag off the floor and ran up the stairs to my small room. I shut the door and kept crying. "I have no choice of what to do now." I said to myself. I must run away. I quickly crawled to my closet and grabbed a backpack. I filled it with my phone, charger, journal, a pen, earbuds, a few razors, and the picture of my mum. lastly I put in my wallet, a small elephant pillow pet, and a thin blanket. I set it by my desk along with my penny board. I grabbed my purse and I put a few changes of clothes in it, and my small black toms. I set it by the backpack. "In the morning, instead of going to school I am going to run away." I said to my self. I changed my clothes and hopped into bed. the next morning I walked to my closet and put on a black Five Seconds of Summer shirt and some black skinny jeans. I put on some brown combat boots, and I slipped on a creme Cardigan, and a denim jacket. I quickly threw a brush and some pony tail holders into my bag. I grabbed both bags and my penny board. I walked to the kitchen for food. James was sitting on the couch ready to go to work. "I left you a bagel." he said to me. "thanks." I replied. I grabbed the bagel popped it in to the toaster and opened the fridge. I grabbed the strawberry cream cheese an apple, two oranges and a banana without James seeing. "I'm off to work, when I return I expect dinner to be ready because I will be working late." "Ok" I said back. he walked out the door and I started eating my bagel. when I finished I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed four pieces of bread. I got some ham and cheese and made two sandwiches. I shoved them into a ziplock bag and put them into my bag also. "Time to leave... for good." I said to myself. I walked out the door and started walking the direction of school. I walked passed the school and into the Starbucks next to it. when I entered I ordered an Oreo frappé and sat at a table alone. I noticed a man wearing sun glasses and black hoodie. he had light brown hair ,quite curly, he turned his head in my direction. I quickly turned my head. I noticed him stand up. He started walking in my direction. He sat in the seat in front of me. "Hey nice shirt!" he said. "Thanks?" I replied. "My name is Ashton, what is yours?" He asked. "I'm Reilly." I reply. "Nice meeting you Reilly!" he said. I noticed his voice wasn't all that British. "Um let me ask you this, are you Australian?" I ask. "Actually I am!" he replied. "Why are you here in London?" I ask."I live here. I used to live in Sydney, Australia, but I moved here with my three best mates." he answered. "Do you live close by this Starbucks?" he asked. "Well not really..." I replied hoping he doesn't ask me what I mean. "What do you mean?" he asked. Poop, I say to my self should I tell him? I don't know if I can trust him though. "Well um.. I.. um.." I say. "You can trust me, I promise I won't tell any one." he assured. "Well I'm actually running away..." I say to him. "Why?" he asked. "Well my stepdad is abusive, and I just can't take it any more." I reply. "Oh... Well follow me." he said grabbing my hand. I let him pull me while I still grasp hold of all my things. He pulled me to the back of the store. He looked around to see if anyone was around. "Promise me you won't scream."