Ch.3 A Week Since I Ran Away!

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I was walking around town and I ended up downtown. No one I ever knew came down here

I've been lost for a week now and I haven't seen anyone I knew. I'm happy I didn't and I saw my aunt traveling from San-Antonio.

"Hey why aren't you home?" She asked."My mom abused me again." I cried. She parked, got out of her car and hugged me.

"Auntie I don't wanna go back to her" I cried in her shoulder."I knew this would happen" she whispered.

I pulled away and said"What?!? You knew?!?" I cried harder, push her away, and started running toward a friends house.

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*Later that day*

I make it to Dylan's house. I know my aunt's following me so I just walk right in. I knew he wouldn't mind.

I cover my face with my hand and Dylan comes walking toward me."Veil! What's wrong and your mom called me. She's worried about you."

I shake my head"She Fucking hates me!! She threw my down the stair and slapped me of my bed." I yelled.

He picked me up bridal style, carried me into the living room, and sets me down on the couch."Let me guess. She was drunk again?" I nodded.

"Veil if she's gonna keep doing this to you then... you can stay with me" I sniff "Really?" He nods. I get up and hug him.

"Thank you Dylan............ and Dylan?" "What?" He says soft."...... I will be your girlfriend." He hugs me a little tighter and I could tell he was excited.

I push away, he grabs my wrist, and looked at it."Have you been cutting yourself?" I look down and say"Yes, with a piece of glass."

He slaps my cuts and they stung bad."WHAT THE HELL DYLAN!!!!" I yell."When you cut yourself I'm slapping them so you will learn not to cut yourself."

I sigh. I just walk to his guest room and lock the door. I laid in the bed and slowly went into a deep sleep.

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Hope y'all liked it. Lol. Sorry I was running out of ideas haha. Love y'all lol.

What do you think Veils gonna do now?

Is she ever gonna go home?

Stay strong. Till next time

~ hennessyeast ~

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