Her Name Is D

Unrequited Love and Bisexual Panic!

I arrived at Olive's room in record time. I was barely wheezing too.

I knocked on the door and before I could blink. She popped her head out and glared at me.

"What took you so long?"

I don't speak more than a few words if necessary.

So I stayed silent, she just scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. Come closer."

I came closer and she grabbed me by the collar. She talked in a low growl.

"I need pads, pain pills, and chocolate."

She let go of me and shoved some money into my hand.

"Hurry up, tell no one, and most importantly,"

She grabbed my wrist and yup, something popped.😬

"Bring me back my change."

She let go of me again and slammed her door.

I looked at my wrist. It was purple. I tried to move it and immediately tears streamed down my cheeks.😭

I took a deep shuddery breath and put the money in my sweatshirt pocket.

I gently tucked my injured hand into my pocket and tried too keep it as still as possible.

I had to bite my tongue at the slightest jostle to prevent my wails of pain.

I headed to the garage which was much nicer than the basement mind you.

With eautiful black floors and shining black walls. It smelled likes cherries.

And there were dozens of expensive and flashy cars and trucks.

The one I drive aren't like these though.

It's a 2005 Ford truck. The interior is covered with plastic wrap, the a.c and heat have been removed. It also smelled like vomit.

There's 'Runt's Ride On' spray-painted on the side and a bunch of key marks.

This is the car assigned to me. So I can complete chores and other tasks.

The plastic is so I won't dirty it. Even a car as lowly as this is apparently too good for me.

I opened the door with my good hand and hopped in. I was a little tall so it was easy.

I closed the door and buckled up before turning the keys that forever stayed in the ignition.

What?

Nobody was gonna steal it. Not even to get me in trouble. They wouldn't be caught dead driving this thing.

They much more enjoy me driving it around after they vandalized it. Which I also got blamed for.

Oh, well. Off we, gooooo.
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I know you're probably wondering.

Why don't you just runaway?

It's not that simple.

The truck has a GPS locater and when it goes off pack grounds it'll immediately stop and send out a warning siren.

If I go on foot. I'll have to get past the guards stationed around the pack grounds. Then the rogues.

And if I get caught the punishment is worse than death.

I want to run away I just need the perfect opportunity. Hopefully, it'll come before they kill me.

I pulled into a parking lot outside a store and quickly hurried inside.