Run Away

I'm Running Away Again

I was now about 1 hour away from that awful building. I kept running, even though I could let myself stop, I didn't want to. I quickly stopped by our home to see if there was anything of ours left. There wasn't. It looked like someone had come by, and trashed the place. I was so upset! This was our home, but I then realized this place, called home, wouldn't be safe for a 13 year old girl to be all by herself. I kept running. I had remembered the way to B-Dads' store. It took me probably another hour to get there. I didn't care though. I was just glad I made it. I slowed down now I had reached my destination. I slowly opened the door, and peeked my head in.

"Yo Kendal! What yeah doin' here all alone?"

"Uh can I come in, and speak to you."

"Yeah, yeah of course. Come in, and turn the sign around, so people won't come in."

"Okay."

I had done what he said. B-Dad closed the curtains, and lead me to the back. We went into the same room I was in last time.

"So what brings yeah here all alone?"

I told him everything that happened, and he listened very carefully.

"Oh no. Don't worry little lady, I'll protect yeah here. I won't let anyone touch you."

"Thank you B-Dad."

"No problem. Also you can call me Bob if yeah like."

"Bob?"

"Yeah that's my real name. Didn't yeah know?"

I shook my head, still a little confused.

"Oh. Well yeah do now. By the way, is there anything I could get yeah?"

"No I'm fine, thank you."

"Yeah sure? You look like yeah could eat something? Here let me go get some cake for the two of us. That should work just fine."

"No it's okay really. You don't have to."

When I turned my head to look at him, he had brought out a 5 layered cake. I stared at it, surprised.

"What you've never seen a 5 layered cake before?"

He asked as if he was kidding. Sadly, that's true. I've never seen a 5 layered cake ever. I've only seen a 2 layered cake, but never had any.

"Um actually, no I haven't. I've only seen a 2 layered cake, but I've never had any."

I felt ashamed. It wasn't my fault though. My parents never let me have any. They didn't think I deserved it.

"Oh, sorry. Well uh now you have. Dig in."

I smiled. I could see why Zach likes him so much. He was such a sweet guy. B-Dad had protected Zach, and gave him what he needed. Now he's doing the same for me. I felt so thankfully. This was the first time someone had actually cared for me. As B-Dad cut my slice of cake he looked at me.

"Look Kendall I'm sorry, but I never got to know you. How about we talk. You look like you need it right now. Okay?"

I thought for a moment. I now knew where Zach had gotten his caring personality from.

"Um okay."

"So Kendall, tell me, why did you really run away? From yeah original home that it is."

I froze for a moment. I didn't really want to talk about it, but I couldn't ignore him either.

"Same thing I told you last time I saw you. Nothing changed."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember that, but why? Is there a reason your parents were uh like that to you?"

"They didn't think I was good enough for them. That's mainly because I was born on Friday the 13th. I hope the other baby gets treated nicely."

"Oh- wait what other baby?"

"I heard them talking that my mom was pregnant, and they were going to starve me. Guess they only wanted one child. One child that's perfectly perfect."

I sat there. Feeling like I could cry. I didn't. I didn't want to make him feel bad or anything.

"Oh Kendall, look I-"

"It's okay. It's not your fault. Please, don't worry about it."

"Kendall, sweetie. I don't know if anyone ever told you this, but you are such a gorgeous girl, who is very brave, and strong. I know you will go very far in this world, but for now, I will be here for you, and protect you. Okay?"

"Okay, thank you."

I looked down at my food, and slowly ate. It was a little awkward now. After having a conversation like that. It was sort of like when you're upset about something, so the person gives in, and you get what you want. It was just like that awkward feeling. When I had finished eating my slice of cake, I picked up my plate, and was going to help B-Dad put them away. For some reason, he stopped me.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" I asked curiously, but kind of nervous to hear the answer.

"No, I just want yeah to relax. Don't worry about these dishes, that's up to me."

"Oh okay. Well um, thank you."

"No problem. Now why don't you just sit there, and I'll be right back."

I did as he said. I sat down in the beautiful antique chair. As he was putting away the dishes, I heard a bang. It sounded like a knock. Someone was knocking at the door. But who? Who would be at the door? The sign said we were closed. My heart was racing. I felt like shouting, but I didn't want to. What if they heard me? What if they found this secret spot because of me. I sat there. Heart still racing. Nerves coming. I just need to wait patiently. Wait for B-Dad. Then, it hit me. What if they were looking for me? What if they found me?