dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Emily's POV

My eyes are still clouded with tears, as the taxi driver hesitantly looks back at me.

"Where are we going?" He asks, a frown slightly on his face. I give him my mothers address, and he nods.

I try so hard not to let the sobs escape my mouth, covering my hand over my mouth, and luckily it works. Soon, were at the ginormous house, and I tell the diver to wait a minute because it won't take me long before I'll be back out.My heels click against the driveway, my pace quickening. I needed to get out of here, as soon as possible. I rush up the stairs, knowing I don't have time to change, or else my bill to the taxi driver will be more than what I have to pay for a train ticket.

I haul my suitcase to my bed, unzipping it quickly. I start shoving all my clothes, trying to make it as neat as possible, and leaving out the clothes that I don't care for. Then, reaching under my dresser, I grab my savings case that has been there for almost 3 years. Reason being, is that's where all my extra money went, my mom shoving extra in there every now and then.

Once that's done, I make sure I have everything I need, before scanning the bedroom once again. I take in a deep breath, dragging the suitcase behind me, as I make my way to the taxi driver.

He gets out, helping me put the suitcase in the trunk, before we get back in the car.

A faint smile spreads across his face, before he pulls out of the driveway, and drives towards town.

"Bus station I'm guessing?" He asks, looking at my from the mirror on the center of the car.

"Train station, actually please." I say, leaving out the part that it's all I could afford.

I unlock my phone, having a few text from Liam and many missed calls from my mother and Jake. I mentally scoff, clearing the history so it's no longer there.

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I pay the taxi driver, before getting my suitcase and heading up to the ticket booth where many people line up. I realize that I must look very out of place, with an elegant dress, frizzy hair, smudged makeup, a purse, and a giant suitcase. I get a few looks, but I manage to hide my face, by staring at my black heels, that now have made my ankles hurt.

"Next," An old woman said, an annoyed look on her face.

"Next train to Chicago?" I ask, looking up at the giant lit up board with numbers and locations.

"That will be at 11 P.M." She states, before telling me the price. I dig out some money, handing her the exact amount before she hands me my ticket. I place it in my purse, before checking the time.

It's currently 10:27 P.M. Leaving me some time to go the bathroom and freshen up.

I immediately change out of my dress, throwing on some ankle cut leggings, and Liam's black Adidas hoodie. After that, I try and make room for the heels and dress in my suitcase, pulling out my only other pair of shoes I brought, which were my converse.

Feeling much more comfortable, I take my luggage with me and head over to a sink. I grab some paper towel, getting it damp and start to wipe my makeup off. Then, I pull my hair into a ponytail, finally checking myself over in a mirror.

"Train 1334 to Chicago, is now boarding." The voice says over the intercom, making me quickly get my luggage and walk out of the restroom. I scan the few trains that arrive, people walking everywhere. I find the one with red blinking words that read, "Chicago".

I make my way over, standing in the giant line, pulling my ticket out and handing it to the conductor once I reach him. He gets a whole puncher, and a stamper, marking my ticket, before letting me go. I check my ticket for my seat number, finding my seat near the front. I have a small table, a long booth like seat, and a giant window on the side.