Two Worlds- Laurliza

2 |An Elf on the Run|☆

(Note: This chapter meantions child abuse so if you're sensitive to this topic then proceed with caution!)

    "Argh....," John said as he woke up.

     He let his forest green eyes adjust to the light in his small room. His pointed ears twinged as he heard a familiar voice.

     "JOOOOOOOOHN!"

     Annoyed, John got up and tied his curly hair back as usual. Getting up early usually wasnt his thing, but Henry, his father, probably would have screeched even louder if he hadn't.

     "I'm coming!" John yelled back.

      John made his way down the stairs of  the tiny wooden cottage he lived in and made his way to his father.

     "Yeah, what do you need?" John said half yawning and half talking.

     Henry scowled at his son.

     "John, could you go get breakfast?" Henry said to John as his little sister, Martha entered the room.

     John's family was poor, and couldn't afford food most days. So, they had to resort to stealing.

     "But don't you think that we should stop st-," John glanced at Martha, not wanting her to know what her family had to resort to these days.

     He inhaled.

     "Don't you think that it's a little too early for that? I mean, it's not even 6:00 yet and I just woke u-,"

     Henry smacked John across the face, knocking him down in the process.

Martha's innocent eyes looked down at her brother. She gasped.

     "You useless child," Henry said with a cold glare that sent shivers down John's spine. "Go."

     John immediately left the cottage.

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     John had managed to snag a loaf of bread and an apple from a market stand . He hoped that this would be good enough.

     John stepped back into the cottage to find Henry waiting for him.

     "It took you long enough," Henry said sharply.

     "S-Sorry d-....sir," John whispered. He never said "dad" anymore. He learned from last time not to call him that anymore.

     John looked down at the sack of food he had took, his hands shakey as he handed it to Henry.

     Henry scoffed.

     "Is this all you managed to get? Are you seriously that SELFISH!?" Henry was screaming at this point.

     "I'm sorry! They started to chase me I couldn't grab anything else! T-They saw my ears..," John pleaded.

This was a big deal. If a human had stolen something, they would be locked up and given a measly slap on the wrists. But an elf? An elf would be lucky if they were killed on the spot.

    "I can't wait to see your sister's face when I tell her how badly you fucked up!" Henry screeched.

Henry punched the wall. John flinched.

     Henry was close  to the door that lead to his room but stopped walking.

     "If your mother didn't leave she would be so disappointed in you right now...," he said, his face turned away from his son's.

     Those words cut deeply into John like a knife. John stood there still. His mother had left 4 years ago. She didn't tell anyone. He was only 13 then, and ever since he took care of Martha, making sure she didn't have to feel the pain that he had to endure. He made sure she was happy, even with Henry's horrible treatment of the two.

     John tried to act strong, but he just couldn't do this anymore. He couldnt take the pain anymore.

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     John grabbed his cloak and draped it around his shoulders. It was 4:00 A.M. of the next morning, and his family was still asleep. He packed his bag with a dagger, some berries, and the apple he had took from the stand that day.

     He tip-toed through the cottage, trying his best not to make a sound. He made his way to Martha's room. He walked over to the small girl and kissed her forehead.

     "I'll be back, Martha," he said reassuringly.

     "It's gonna be okay."

     He exited the cottage and walked through the forest. He didn't know where he was going, but all he knew was that Henry Laurens wouldn't be there to harm him again.