Better off

The orange mustang

"Wait you didn't know?" He asked and that's when my phone fell from my hand, onto my bed and on the floor.

I trembled with anger.

I began breathing heavily and tears rolled down my eyes continuously.

Symptoms of an anxiety attack.

I paced up and down my room before pushing my door open and running down the hallway. I saw myself carelessly ascending the stairs.

My parents were nowhere in sight, probably in the office or their bedroom. And me? I was now outside of the house, I don't know how I managed to get passed security but I was now running to down the road. Tears rolling down my cheeks and being dried by the cold night's breeze.

My feet took turns hitting the ground and my thighs shook each time my feet made contact with the road. I didn't know why I was running or where I was running to, away from my problems maybe.

Our neighborhood was a secluded community of mansions and large yards. There were no cars on the streets at the moment. I shut my eyes tightly but I didn't stop running. It hurt so bad, I was in so much emotional pain and I didn't know what to do with myself.

What did I do to deserve all this? Why me? Why do THEY have to be my parents? Why does their fame have to play part in the invasion of my privacy? Why did he leave me? Why did-

I was interrupted by a loud honk and rubber shrieking against the road.

I stopped.

Trembling I opened by eyes slowly. My sight was blurred by my tears and my eyelashes were now wet.

I blinked a few times allowing the tears to fall so I could clear my vision. In front of me was a silhouette of a car , the bright lights almost blinding. I was still shaking, paralyzed with fear so I couldn't move.

I almost got run over by a car.

If this car could talk it would tell me to get the fuck out of the way but right now it looked like I was having a staring contest with the car.

The engine of the car went off and so did the lights and after a few blinks the car was fully visible in front of me, an orange Mustang.

The driver's door opened. I was breathing heavily from running for God knows how long and also because of the fear of almost being run over.

A male figure emerged from the car, I couldn't see him clearly in the darkness. He walked towards me, the streetlight dimly illuminating his face.

All the fear seemed to leave my body when I laid eyes on him. I expected him to be angry but he looked at me like he was trying to read my thoughts. His hazel eyes observing my face.

I took a moment to observe every feature of his face. He had thick dark eyebrows and light brown eyes with a set of long eyelashes. His lips were full and a tint of pink and the streetlight shone on his caramel skin. He looked like he was sculpted by a Greek artist. His jawline looked like it could cut something. He wore black jeans, Black doc Martin boots, a white shirt and a leather jacket. His had curly hair that was shaved on the side. I would be lying if I said he wasn't the most beautiful boy I've ever seen.

"Are you okay?" He spoke, his voice soothing and deep, sending chills down my spine.

I realized how messy I must've looked in my oversized hoodie and Nike tights, my eyes red and puffy from crying.

I finally snapped out of whatever trance he put he in and cleared my throat.

"I-I'm sorry I was in your way I was..."

I was what? What was I doing exactly? Running to nowhere? How do I explain that?

"I have to go home." I said as I used both my hands to briefly wipe the tears from my face.

"Have you been crying? Was someone chasing you?" He asked, concern coating his tone.

"Sorry again" I said blankly before turning around and walking towards the direction of my house.

"Wait, I can give you a ride it's not- "

"I'll walk, thanks" I interrupted him.

"I almost ran you over it's the least I can do!" he shouted from a distance as I walked away from him.

I was running in the middle of the road I was kinda asking for it.

I ignored him and carried on walking when I remembered why I was running in the first place. And my heart dropped.

Everyone knows.

My eyes began getting teary again. I felt defeated, what would I do? I've been hiding for a long time and because of this I'd have no choice but to stay hidden.

I walked as tears rolled down my cheeks, I had no choice but to go back home. The sound of an engine filled my ears and before I knew it beside me was once again the orange mustang.

I sighed heavily. "Leave me alone please" my voice shook as I cried.

"Nope" he said, making a sure the speed of the car matched my pace. "You're sad and I won't leave you alone"

"You don't know me!" I snapped. "You don't know me" I said again, in a calmer tone.

"Do I need to know you to want to help you?" He managed stay calm.

I stoped walking and turned to face him in his car. "You can help me by leaving me alone" I said coldly. I didn't mean it, I wanted him to stay, I didn't know him but I wanted him to stay. I needed anyone to stay with me.

He gave me the look he gave me when he first saw me, like he was trying to read my thoughts, one hand gripping the stirring wheel.

"Okay then" he sighed in defeat, "if that's what you want" He looked at me for a few moments before speeding off.

Now I'm all alone again.

•••

"Where have you been?" My mother rushed to me as I entered the house and she wrapped her arms around me. I stood there with my arms hanging besides my body.

When she finally let go I glared at her then at my father behind her.

"I'll fix it..." he said.

"How?!" I looked back and fourth between them.

"Huh?" My voice began getting shaky. "How?! Answer me! What will you do? Buy me another Porsche? Buy my love again?" I hand ran my hand through my curls.

They both looked at me stunned, my mothers eyes welled up with tears.

"Don't you dare get emotional I'm the one dealing with all of this." I said to her bitterly.

"We... we have a plan, we can fix this" my father said in his authoritative tone.

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