The runaway

Chapter 8

~Reilly~

"Well I see one of y'all have a little girl toy." She said looking me up and down. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "hey boys? I have a few boxes in my car that are too heavy for me to Carry so can y'all get them for me I'm in room 103. The door is unlocked." Emma asked while giving a small smile. They walked out angrily and she look at me. "You might want to leave soon because they will be going on your soon and you'll be left here all alone with no one to take care of you. You're only here because Ashton want to get done your pants, he doesn't really love you like he says he does. You won't steal them away I won't let you. Now good bye for now!" she said smiling before standing up and walking out the door. I stood up and ran to my room. I sat in the corner and cried. Is it true? Did Ashton only take me in so he could get into my pants? There's only one thing to do. I stood back up and walked to my closet I grabbed my backpack and began filling it with stuff. I put in my laptop and phone, chargers, a few changes of clothes, my journal, my pen, Clovers bowls and toys, my brush, and a few zip lock bags of dog food. I grabbed my purse and threw on my backpack. I clipped clovers leash on her and put on my shoes. I'm done, I can't take this, I can't take her. I looked out the window and waited for the boys to walk into her flat. When they did so I ran out with clover. I left everything else behind, her bed, my clothes, the food, my room, and lastly....my Ashton. I don't even know where to go. I'll just walk. I'll walk till I can't walk any more. (Just kidding I ain't need no fitness.) I reached a park bench and sat on it to give Clover a little rest. she jumped on the bench and sat laid her head on my lap. I felt a lump in my throat. Cold tears slid down my face. Why does life hate me? I looked around, but saw no one so I tied Clovers leash to my ankle and pulled out a razor. I began to cut. I felt the stress just melt away. I sobbed at the pain but I didn't stop. I can't believe I actually fell for it. I can't believe he played me like that. I hate Emma. God why do I have to be do stupid, so ugly, so retarded, so fat? Why can't I be tumblr? Why can't I be pretty like Emma? Why does Ashton hate me? I heard Clover whimper and I was pulled out of my thoughts. She nudged my arm and made me drop my razor. she knew what I was doing. She knew I was in pain. I looked down at my wrist and my shorts were covered in blood. I began to feel light headed and then every thing was black.