TW// A few uses of swear words, censored. Mentions of abuse. Forceful actions.
"Mom, how many times do I have to tell you! Mark is not my father, he's an abusive piece of sh*t!" Ah, yes. The usual argument between me and my mother. She's trying to convince me to stay with my "father" Mark, like she's been doing every night for the past month now. God, I hate him. He's manipulating her but she refuses to see it.
"Y/N! How dare you speak of him that way!" She yells desperately.
"You know what, Mom? I'm sick and tired of this. Why do you even want me to go there with him?" I grab my bag and slip on my shoes and speed walk to the door. She tries to grab my wrist, but I move it just in time. I run through the door and my mother follows.
"I just want whats best for you!" We're both outside now. I'm on the sidewalk and she's shouting at me from the porch. Should I really be doing this? I gulp and stare at her.
"If you really wanted whats best for me, why would you send me to him, huh?!" I shout, tears forming in my eyes.
"I-"
"No!" I interrupt, "If you really cared, why would you even send me away in the first place?!" I raise my sleeve to my eyes to dry my tears.
"Y/N..." She starts, but then trails off and stares at the ground.
"That's all? That's all you have to say?" The tears come back. "Goodbye, Mom." I run down the street as my mother tries to follow.
"Y/N! Please!" She cries, standing where I once was, her hand extended as if she could reach out and pull me back. I cry, my tears falling quickly down my face as I run through the night. Rain begins to fall and mixes with my tears. I can't tell what are tears and what are raindrops, but it doesn't matter. I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore.
YOUR MOMS POV:
"Y/N! Please!" I cry, throwing my hand before me. I wish I could somehow reach her, grab her and hold her. I just want her to be happy. I can barely afford the things she needs. She doesn't understand...Oh, Lord, what do I do...I've lost my husband and now I've lost my baby. Raindrops fall from the sky, but I don't retreat to the safety of my home. I watch my daughters figure as she runs, leaving me and her home. She doesn't need me anymore. I tremble. I watch her run until I can't see her anymore. I feel helpless, but at least she'll be happier. She's happy now. I close my eyes and turn my head towards the sky. I feel raindrops trickle upon my face. Despite my situation, a smile creeps upon my face.
YOUR POV:
After a while of running, I slow down and take in my surroundings. Sh*t... Where am I? I see a yard full of depressing train carts. I walk towards them and gasp. The boring carts are graffitied with colorful symbols and words. Yellows, blues, reds...Everything. Out of instinct, I reach out and run my hand along the artwork. Even in the dimness of the night, the paint still glows, demanding to be seen. I smile and rest my head on a cart. Where am I gonna go? The only other family member I have is Mark and I obviously won't go there. I feel my feet begin to give out slowly, the feeling of defeat creeping up my spine. I'm doomed...
"You shouldn't be here." I scream in surprise and turn around quickly, pressing my back against the paint on the cart, and I instantly found the owner of the voice. He's tall, really tall. He carries a suitcase in his left hand and holds his jacket in his other arm. The rain wet his thin, collared shirt and exposed his slightly toned but slim body. His hands are covered with gloves and his tie is loose. His hair is tussled but swept back, and its an odd but natural color. His face is covered by a strange bunny mask. I feel my face burn up as I stare up at him.
"W-who are you?" I ask, trying to sound confident. It came out more weak and pathetic then confident. He grabs my wrist and pulls me close to him. I feel myself blush. Why is this kinda...
"What did you see?!" He says, firmly. I flinch and try to pull my wrists from his grip, but his strength overpowers me. There's no way to escape. I panic and struggle until I come up with a brilliant plan. I smirk and stare directly into his eyes.
"Everything." Of course! If he's hiding something so secretive that he'd have to do THIS to figure out who witnessed it, it only makes sense that if I tell him I saw everything, he'd let me go if I promise not to tell anyone. The plan is genius! Well it was, until his grip on my wrists tightened and his pupils quickly dialated. He started to pull me towards a car.
"S-Stop! STOP! HELP! HELP!!" I start to scream in panic. This is it. This is the end of my life. Tears fall from my eyes for what seems to be the millionth time this night. "HELP! Someone, anyone, HEL-" He covers my mouth quickly and stops and turns towards me.
"Shhh! Do you WANT them to hear you?!" I shut up and stare at him. He pulls me to a car and lets go of my wrists. The door swings open. He stares at me and looks at the passenger seat, and then back to me, as if telling me to get in. I glare at him.
"What? You want me to get in your CAR? Uh, no thanks."
"Come on, they'll be here any minute now!" He whisper-shouts.
"Who is they-" He covers my mouth again and looks out into the night. I hear the faint sound of men talking and feet shuffling. He pushes me into the car and runs to the other side.
"Hey! Where are we going?! Who are those guys?! What do you want from me?!" I shout as he enters the other side and starts up the engine.
"Just be quiet for now, I'll explain later!" He hisses. I massage my wrists and let out a quick sigh. He starts the car quickly and leaves the place faster than a hare.
"Now could you PLEASE tell me why you dragged me into your car?" I say, after about 15 minutes of sitting in awkward silence. He sighs dramatically.
"Those guys back there are looking for me. I...I messed up. If they would've seen you with me, they would've killed you as well."
"KILL?!" I yell. "W-Why are they trying to KILL you, um..."
"Frank." He replies nonchalantly.
"WHY ARE THEY TRYING TO KILL YOU, FRANK?" I ask, holding back a giggle. Pfft, who names a child Frank? That should be illegal.
"It's top-secret stuff that you shouldn't mess with."
"Well, where are we going?"
"Uh, my place I guess." I blush and stare at him in surprise.
"B-But we just met! I don't even k-know who you ARE, why would I trust you enough to enter your house?!" I shout.
"Welp, guess your just gonna have to deal with it, huh?" I pout in my seat. I really, really don't like this frank guy.
NEXT CHAPTER COMING IN A FEW HOURS <3
