Another Run Away

Holy moly, Im an idiot

The crisp night air had made me realise how stupid my actions were. I have only just met Bailey and I barely know him well enough for a good conversation let alone go to his place. I now have officially stuffed everything up haven't I? Damn. Now I'm probably on Charlies bad side because she might think I got it on with him or something.

I'm officially out on a Monday night walking along the paths in the school with a mere stranger that I met five hours ago.

"How are you feeling?".

"With what?"

"Well I'd say being kicked out of your dorm and walking with me in the freezing bloody night isn't what you would call perfect." he replies bluntly but still a smile engraved on his face.

"Are you kidding me this is what I do every night" which sounded sarcastic but it was the truth. Every night dad would go off his head and threaten me right after dinner and so I would escape the house for a few hours and wonder the streets right up until 3 am. We all do what we have to do.

He mutters a response in return but I am too focused on the mansion that we are walking into. I haven't realised that we have wondered off campus until about the seconds ago and let me tell you this place is huge.

"Is this your house?"

"Yeah I know a little small but our holiday house is bigger and I- well- err"

"It's the biggest house I've ever seen in my life" which was a fact I barely got to go anywhere other than my street in my home town and that would be at 3 am so this has blown my mind.

"Okay want to go inside?"

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Inside the house it was like a western movie. Wooden tables and orange decor scattered around the play. He took hold of my hand and led me up the stairs.

What am I doing? I'm officially in a strangers house. His house was clean, I'm not talking about the sort of cleaning I did at my house where i stuffed everything in my closet and under my bed. I'm talking about the sort of clean a cleaning inspector would be scared of when he walks in with his white gloves. The downstairs would have been twice the size of my old place and the wooden floors and high ceilings gave this place some elegance and charm.

The upstairs was even grander. It was completely different to the first floor. The steel side tables, cream walls and art works gave this place a more modern feel but it was still classy enough to leave me with my mouth open.

"This is your room" he knocks on the door first on the left and keeps walking without saying another word. He continues walking up the stairs until he storms up (almost as of he is angry) the next flight of stairs and up to the next floor.

What the hell was that about?

Should I go after him?

Maybe I should go...

What am I kidding I don't even know where I am.

"ARGGGGG" I scream and flop down on the gorgeous bed as the emotions of the day unravel. I knew i wouldn't like this place. I told amber, I really did.

I look at the black and gold striped alarm clock that made me feel even more out of place because my alarm clock at home was purple and had barbie written all over it..

1.34 am

*knock knock knock*