The Runaway (Sam Woolf)

Prologue

AUTHORS NOTE/ WARNING : Hi, it's Anna(author of Home). This is the prologue for The Runaway, and I want to warn you, it will be graphic and this story will be very different from the others! This is my warning for the entire story- The Runaway will have graphic context(sex/violence *among the happiness too*) so read with that in mind. This story portrays Sam Woolf in a totally different form(his age and life different than Idol Sam). And with that out of the way, this is...

The Runaway: A Sam Woolf Fanfiction

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Prologue

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With a limp in my step and tangles in my hair, I pulled down the silk taffeta I was being forced to wear, and continued down the long path.

My heels clicked and scraped as I scuffed to the side with lulled eyes. Licking my fingers, I smoothed the stray pieces off my hair and cleared my throat as I approached the people counting on me.

"Kara, do not even tell me you're..." Jade popped into my vision, her energy reminding me of a toddler on lots of sugar. Her nails and her heels clicked as she buzzed around.

"Drunk?" I snorted, and watched her fiery grey eyes widen with panic.

"Are you insane, Kara! We have to walk down the aisle in like 10 minutes and you're walking and talking like a full blown fool!" She waved her hands around, gesturing to the whole wedding party. "You are so lucky I'm not in charge or I'd have you locked in the bathroom until next week!"

Jade was partly correct, I can give her that. I shouldn't have drank the PB&J vodka when I was locked in my apartment with the curtains drawn and my sheet music littered the floor. But in my defense, alcohol is a necessity if I'm going to write nice music-even if later down the rode I become a complete alcoholic. You can buy livers, can't you?

The pink silk on my bridesmaid dress made me want to gag on the flowers that I had to hold.

With one last breath, I got in line behind a girl with hair that looked like a carrot, and took my glance at the groomsmen as they got ready to take their places as well.

They're tuxedos coats were the classic black, but as they slowly walked past me, their vests were a pale pink. I felt bad for the poor men; their masculinity slowly diminishing with the pink that was forced upon them.

One by one the men lined up next to their partners, and I wasn't at all offended when the one that lined up next me had a cigarette between his fingers. I just stared at the white stick with a certain want.

"You gotta light?" He murmured as he stuck the death-stick between his teeth.

I took my first glance at him, my breath leaving my lungs in a whoosh as I took in his sharp features.

A single curl fell on to his forehead and his teeth bared. Freckles littered his face and I watched his calloused fingers slowly fixed his hair back into place.

"Where do you think I would store a lighter in this hell-sack of a dress?" I asked, quirking my eyebrow as I watched his eyebrows raise in amusement.

Charming, Kara.

"Good point. I didn't even think to bring a lighter when I was putting on this monkey suit." He smirked at me, sliding his cigarette back in his Marlboro cigarette pack, "I'm Sam, by the way."

"Well, don't trip down the aisle, Sam." I gave him a fake smile, and gripped his elbow, getting ready to walk down the white carpet for the wedding. "You're cute, but if you make me fall on my face, I may or may not find a way to get rat poisoning in your food tonight."