Runaway h.s. (EDITING)

chapter 4

I hear two people murmuring about something down the hall. I hazily open up my heavy eyes to an empty queen bed, with grey sheets, and tons of pillows. Turning on my side, I realize that I’m not in my dorm and, this is not my bed. Where am I? I know that this isn’t Mia’s mom’s house for sure. it smells really strongly of herb and mint. When I sit up and look around; the walls are blank, except for an old fashioned Jack Wills poster above the bed frame. Its super cold, even with this duvet I’m wrapped up in, it still feels like Alaska. My head is pounding and I feel tender spots all over my body. I toss the covers off me, to find patches of discoloration all over my legs and arms. I look down at my right arm, and there’s a bruise in the shape of a hand print wrapped around my wrist. Last night comes to my mind, and how those two men man handled me and flung me around then threw me in the trunk of that bastard’s car. Harry. Harry was the one who pulled me out of the trunk. All I remember was staring into his forest green eyes, as he lifted me out; watching as the street lights accentuated his sharp jaw line.

“Nah shit I have insurance!”i hear Mia shout

“Okay okay I’m sorry it was just a question. My Harley is in the shop right now so; just let me know if you need any money for your car or something, okay?”  I hear Harry say “It was my idea after all.”

“Harry its okay. It was totally worth it.” Mia says in a soothing voice “None of us were hurt … sorry that was a … uhh …never mind.”  “I always knew there was something weird about that kid Nathan. I'M GONNA DOUSE HIM IN GASOLINE AND SET HIS ASS ON FIRE WHEN HE SLEEPS!” she raises her voice.

I roll over and face the other side of the room, close my eyes, and drift off.

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The sun is mid sky, and coming through the pail colorless drapes. I rest my eyes. I feel someone’s presence in the bed with me. When I finally mange to get my eyes to open, I don’t see anybody but I feel someone else in the bed with me. There hand is cold and is placed on my left shoulder.

“I’m so sorry Archie, are you OK?” she asks. I turn over to face who is lying in bed with me. It’s Mia and her mascara is smudged under her eyes, and her hair is slipping out of its hold. I try to give her a small smile but fail.

“Yeah.” I murmur beneath the sheets. “All I have to ask, is why?”

“I don’t know.” She sighs looking down at the sheets.

He was the only one I truly trusted with everything I had. Of course I was wrong yet again about whom you can and can’t trust. Life is unpredictable and you just have to go with it. You make friends, you lose friends. You find out truths, only to be fed more lies. I guess that’s the way the world works unfortunately, and it sucks. I’m pretty much used to the whole being disappointed and lied to thing. It’s not that big of a deal anymore because no one is born an honest person and I think we all need to believe it in some way or another.

My mom lies all the time about how much she cares about me and that she loves me. She could care less about me and what I do; it’s always what she wants, no matter what. She’s full of shit and all about “whoa is me!” this world will never settle for anything less it seems. I’m not saying I’m blaming this all on her, it’s just mutual. Misery and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. Stress is a close second; they’ve always been there, and have never left. I’m never truly happy, some days I’m just a little less sad than others. That’s a mutual feeling as well.