I Don't Need Superman, I Need You

Chapter 2: Don't Catch Me

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I kept running even though I heard a chrous of voices behind me calling out my name.

I'd rather not turn back.

Drama was not on my agenda of things to do today. Still breathing wasn't either but I mean what can you do?

I cringe as I start slowing my pace and start walking normally, the voices behind me disappearing slowly. They didn't seem to care that much about their "explanation" since they didn't follow me.

Too caught up in my thoughts, I rammed head first into someone's chest. I called back a sorry as I kept walking around the corner.

"Nice stunt, Soph." I hear and I freeze in midstep and turn around and see grey,cruel, cold eyes staring at me.

"What did you say?" I say through my teeth, my hand forming a fist. I clench it to my side and I try to breathe. I could never forget that face.

"I said nice stunt. I was there you know. I thought you could hear me say, 'Jump!'" He smirked and started walking again.

I hated him. I hated him with every fiber in my being. His name is John. Sweet name for an evil person. When I first arrived in London, he was the first person I met. I was almost grateful to meet someone. To have a familiar face in a new place. I wish I had never met him. He tried to get close to me. To earn my trust, so he could steal from me. When I figured out what he was doing, he had abused me physically. He threatened to frame me if I ever mentioned what he did. He stole things from my mother when he would come over. I never realized and that was my mistake. I was spaced out of reality.

"Asshole." I mutter under my breath and start walking the opposite way and look to see where I was headed. I wasn't going home today. Or ever. for that matter. It sounded like a rash decision but I was making a lot of those today. I don't think I can face my mother's face after what she did. How could she try to overdose? I thought she cared. Apparently not. She never really loved me anyway. It sounded like I was an ungrateful daughter but it wasn't that. I never fit in to my own family. Only thing that ever really mattered to me was looking after Joey. She treated me like shit..But I still held it because I wanted Joey to be happy. I perk up a bit when I realize I have the money from the other day in my backpocket.

I play guitar. Not the best. But I taught myself so its something. There's this coffee shop I found the other day and their talent had cancelled so I offered to play. Somedays I just sit and stare out the window. It's a calming thing for me. The manager was generous and enjoyed my playing. They paid me about 500 bucks in notes. I wasn't sure how far that would get me, and I don't think much. I may have enough to stay one night or two at a cheap motel. But first I need to go back to that horrid house and grab my guitar. I saved up so much for that guitar. My mother told me if I wanted it I had to get it myself. So I did.

I start walking towards the bus stop at the corner when I hear that familiar annoying soft voice call my name.

"Sophie! Sophie stop! Wait up!" Louis starts yelling behind me. I break into a sprint heading towards the bus stop even quicker. I jump on, stumbling a bit over my own two feet,  and climb to the top. I sit and let out a breath. I think I lost him. 

"Soph. Are you trying to kill me?" He says as he throws himself in the seat next to me while I look at him with a wild look on my face. He was breathing just as hard as I was.

"What don't look at me like that. You know perfectly well we need to talk. It is the right thing to do! So we are going to get that milkshake!" He said getting a little more cheerful because he caught his breath.