Oliver's POV:
I was running as fast as I could. I had to get away. They couldn't find me. I heard a cargo train in the distance. I could hop onto one and go from there, I thought to myself.
I kept running as I heard voices calling for me from behind. "Oliver!? Oliver where are you!?" My foster father growled. I didn't dare answer him. The yells, getting louder as they approached, were angry and violent. "Go... you need to go." I whispered under my breath. I take out my phone and search the closest train station. 4.34 km, the screen read. Shit... I won't make it that far... I thought.
~magical time skip~
I had used the last of my money to buy an Uber to the railway. I paid in cash so I wouldn't leave a paper-trail. I've watched enough crime shows to know how to cover my tracks. I get on one of the cargo cars and hide as the door is shut.
I spend the next 3 hours on the railway, wondering if I'm doing the right thing by leaving that place. I decide to try and sleep. I eventually drift off to sleep, the bumps of the car waking me a few times but I fall back asleep very quickly.
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She'll Bring You Home
FanfictionThis story follows the point of view of an abused runaway. You, in the story, are a 15 year old girl named Oliver. I will add trigger warnings in the start of each chapter as they apply. Thank you for reading, and have a good day/night!
