Runaway

21 questions

'Your turn, dork.'  I laughed shoving his shoulder.

'Why do you call this place your safe haven?' His feet kicked over the egde, looking off into the stars. My breath hitched in my throat. Personal things were not easy for me to talk about. Thoughts, excuses, random phrases clouded my mind. Finally I released a shaky breath, my shoulders sagging down with the wieght of the topic.

'I ha-hate my house, my parents. My life. So I do whats easy, I runaway.' I answered truthfully, whilst I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. His gaze was sympathetic, telling me of his apologies through his eyes. His lips parted and formed the sentence that I truly hated. As the words were about to slip past his pink lips I held my left hand firmly up, halting the useless action.

'Dont.' I spoke. My words dry, and raw.  A blank look, hard and distant falling over my features. I squared my shoulders as I pushed myself to stand. His eyes widened at the sudden movement, he himself standing now.

'I bet your friends are looking for you, you should go. ' I spoke coldly, brushing him off as if all the time we spent together was ablsoutly useless, as if he was still a stranger.

'Lyric, wh- ill be going now, just, dont break anything, or show anyone this place. Goodbye.' I spoke as I walked to the edge, hooking my foot on the first rung. His body was left frozen, a hurt expression falling over his features. When I heard the crunch of gravel under my feet I walked around to the opening of the car, reaching in gently, pulling out my Ipod. Mindlessly my fingers pressed play, blaring the beat to a soulful song. As I put my head phones in, and began walking, out of the corner of my eye I saw chris, jogging towards me.

'Lyric..' his raspy voice was faint and distantant, I pretended not to hear, I pretended I didnt see him keeping pace with me.

'Lyric...' he repeated only louder now. With no response, an agitated groan fell from hid lips as he pushed him self to stand infornt of me, strong hands grabbed me by the fore arm, halting any further  movement. I firmly held his gaze, studying the colors, and emotions that swirled in his eyes.

'What? ' I spoke, effortlessly, yet with a harsh tone of edge.

'Why did you runaway?' The deperation in his eyes made my stomach churn, twisting with the anonymous feeling.

'Answer me, please.' His pleading  voice then made me realize that I still hadn't answered his question.

'I didnt run.' I answered ripping from his graspe, side stepping him, and  continuing my walk.  I did run, but I wouldn't admit it. He didnt need to know, not about my dad, or about the pain, or about the loss. It was my pain to bare, besides, what if I let him in, let my metaphorical walls down, he would be the one running away. If he saw how damaged I was, how broken I was. He would be the runner. I dont need any part time people in my life. Your either here to stay, or to go.  Im not a toy, I will not be played with, then forgotten. Not again. I shook my head as his hand clasped around my wrist, fighting my want, my need, to run.

'You don't know me...' I mumbled. Attempting to pull my wrist free. That only made his grip tighten. His voice was strong, was certain of the words leaving his mouth.

'I might not, but I can.' I stopped my fight for freedom, suddenly very agitated. He didnt know me. He didnt want to know me.

'No you cant.' My voice hard, stern. I once again tried to free myself, but chris jerked my arm, causing me to spin around. Coming face to face with him.  His height towered over my small frame. Almost intimidating me.

'Who?' He questioned. His gaze quizzical, yet rough. Confusion coursed through my system as I tilted my head to the left.

'What?' I asked, almost fearing his answer. His jaw clenched, he shook his head then promptly answered.

'Who hurt you so bad that they made you afraid- I am not afraid!' My voice was heavy.  He shook his head, pulling me closer. The distance between us was decreasing quickly, and the thought frightened, yet thrilled me. Widen eyes gazed wonderingly at him.

'You are!' His voice rose in the slightest. I rapidly shook my head, my fist beating his chest, attempting to creat some space between us, though secretly, I didnt want the space, I liked his arms.

'I am not afriad, of you, or anyone else! I dont know you!! Why would i open up to a stranger?' I spit the words harshly. Pushing, yet, only being pulled closer. His heat was radiating onto me, sending a chill up my spine. His hurt, yet strong gaze locked with mine.

'Why do you try?' I mumbled questioning his motives. The ideas nibbled at my heart, making it ache. No one Cares. Its all pretend, fake, wrong, a lie. My thoughts screamed at me, shouting things I thought were the truth. His eyes, burning into my heart, quited the voices. Blocking them out as his grip on me tightened.

'Tomorrow. Meet me here. You can know me, you can know anything about me.' He said with dead pan expression.  The minute the words left his mouth my heart swelled, the thought of seeing him again. It pleased me. But then the thought of getting attached, opening up. I shook my head for the millionth time.

'I cant- but you can, and you will. For me lyric, please.' He cut me off.

'Tomorrow then.' I nodded my head. He swiftly dipped his head, the pink of his lips brushing my left cheek. A firey blush spread up my cheeks. A cheeky smile gave a twinkle to his eye

'Tomorrow lyric. Tomorrow.' He then trotted into the woods, following the trial his friends took hours before. As his frame was consumed by the shadows the night enveloped my thoughts, I will show up tomorrow, But I will tell him thats the last time I will see him. No getting attached, no opening up. No getting hurt. This is for his own good, my own good. This is better for the both of us.