I look at Chrissi, her eyes have guilt spread across them when we walk back to the tree, the one with the long,twisty branches, you know, the one I was just talking about.
"Hey, it's for a good reason, all four of us in a big, warm house," Rehm practically screams.
"It still feels wrong," Chrissi whines
"We don't need guilt to survive, we need shelter, that's what we are going to get when we build this"
We start working, putting a platform on the tree, then building to make different floors on the branches.
"Where's Rehm and Chrissi? " Myra asks urging to know the answer. We walk around until we find them near a lake, something in between their fingers, then brought it to their mouths, smoke pouring out of their lips.
"WHAT THE FUCK GUYS!" Myra screams
Rehm shrugs and continues while Chrissi coughs and throws it into the blue grey water.
"Why are you smoking? " I ask
"Rehm told me to try it" I stare at Rehm, his eyes skim over the lake.
"It relieves stress " he responds
" so you're going to risk your life to 'relieve stress '?" I said very 'calmly'
"Let's just go and build the rest of the house," Chrissi mumbled.
" we will talk about this later!" Myra exclaimed
So we did, each wall was large, every cenimeter of wood was perfect, at least in my opinion. While we were able to take the wood, we grabbed beds, sheets, dressers, everything we need to live, even a kitchen, living room and bathroom.
Either we are magical or Ikea is really oblivious.
That night was as magical as us stealing a bunch of shit. Everyone joking, laughing,eating, drinking. Chrissi even jump from the couch to stove.
"You know what? I'm going to blast 'dancing Queen' when you all are sleeping!" Chrissi yells, her Missouri accent bleeding through each word.
" Cheers to moving out and running away!" I announce stupidely. Everyone cheered. I felt the warmth rush over; not from the brand new heater, but a more loving kind than I have never experienced.
I don't know how this is possible, four stupid kids that ran away from their problems. We're pathetic, but at least we can survive. Hopefully.
"OW! OW! OW! OW! MYRA!" Rehm screeched, I look over at the corner of the room, she was pulling his ear over to the corner. I watch her face, eyebrows down, teeth grinding, fire filled her eyes.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING!? AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE SMART, BECAUSE YOU'RE ACTING PRETTY STUPID!" She yelled.
"MAYBE YOU SHOULD MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!" He screamed back.
Chrissi and I look at each other. She looked so concerned.
"IT IS MY BUSINESS WHEN ONE OF THE ONLY PEOPLE I KNOW THAT I DON'T HATE ARE PUTTING THEIR LIFE AT RISK BY A STICK OF CANCER!"
"Let's go.." I mummbled. She nods and we start up the stairs. It's amazing what we can do in a day. We still hear the screaming and cursing. Maybe this good. The fighting will bring them closer.
"Hey.." Chrissi asks.
"Yeah?"
"What happens when our hair gets tangled, we don't have a brush"
I grabbed scissors from the drawer in the kitchen, then run back upstairs. She looked at me, but when I held the blades to my hair (reaching just above my shoulders) her confused look turned to a horrified one. I chopped I think 3/4 of my really long hair, now reaching above my shoulders.
"Holy shit," was all her words
"We need food," I responded. She nods and we put our shoes on and leave.
As we walk we found what we thought we were gonna, I mean, by now we have been gone from home for 3 days, so we should have expected this, but not this early.
We saw a 4 papers in an alley way. Each one had the words MISSING CHILD: but everyone had a different name.
Paper 1. Nicole Iverson
Paper 2. Rehm Carit
Paper 3. Myra Marion
Paper 4. Christina Cyr
Holy shit.
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The Runaways
General FictionAll Nicole Iverson wants is to get away. Her family is strict and they are neglectful assholes who don't give a shit about her. When the only one she loves in that family is gone, Nicole sees her opportunity to leave that fucking hellhole for freedo...
