Orphan

Runaway

Ran’s POV:

I got home from school and was extremely nervous. What if dad calls me to talk? What if he knows? I don’t know what might happen.

I couldn’t find him. I wonder where he is? I started searching around for him. I heard his voice coming from his office. Looks like he’s talking to someone. I walked closer and listened.

“Get rid of that girl. She’s too much of a threat.”

I froze. Who is he talking about?

“Aoba? You sure you want her? What about the girl that she lived with?”

“I want her dead. She’s the one who knows too much.”

He wants to kill Moca? No! I can’t let him.

“What time shall I do it for?”

“Tonight.”

…

When night fell, I snuck out. I packed a bag. I’m running away. I’m going to save Moca. I can’t let him kill her. But, what can I do? I’m not that strong. Maybe I can get there first and we can run and hide? It’s the best I can do.

I still remember where her house is. I just hope she didn’t move. I made it to her house. I hope I got there first. I saw a light on in a room. I think I can climb up and reach the window.

I climbed up the wall. It was Moca’s room. Thank god. I tapped on her window. She jumped and looked over at me. Moca’s eyes widened as she saw me. She ran over and opened the window. I jumped inside the room.

“What are you doing here?” Moca asked.

“Dad is sending someone to kill you. We need to hide.” I said.

“What? Why?” Moca asked.

“Because you know too much.” I explained, “Now, Come on. We have to go.”

“Okay. Um… where?” Moca asked.

“I don’t know. We’ll figure that out later. Come on.” I tugged her toward the door.

“Too late.”

We froze. The guy dad sent had made it. He opened the door. I gulped. Now he’s going to kill me too. No. We can fight him off. Just, with what?

“Looks like I’ll have to kill both of you now.” The guy walked closer to us.

“Leave her alone.” Moca stood in front of me.

“How cute. Think you can save her? Both of you are dying.” The guy laughed.

I grabbed a book on a desk nearby. I threw it at him. He was distracted for a moment. I grabbed another book and threw it harder. After that, I grabbed Moca’s hand and ran out of the room.

We sprinted out of the house and into the nearby shrubbery to hide. Let’s hope he’ll run past us. We wouldn’t be able to outrun him. The guy came out moments later. He growled and started searching around.

We stayed completely still as he walked past us. One wrong move and we’re dead. He walked past us. Hopefully he keeps going.

“Think I can’t tell.” He suddenly turned back around and threw a knife into our hiding spot.

It made its mark in Moca’s arm. She screamed in pain. This isn’t good. I quickly tugged Moca to her feet and started running again. We ran behind the houses. Hopefully the darkness will help hide us. I guess we better try and make it to someone else’s house. Moca needs help.