Runaway

"My dad told me you stayed." He walked into my room with a smirk plastered on his face. "I'm Richard."

"and your drunk." I shot at him stuffing a handful of t-shirts into my drawer.

"What did you say?" He glared at me.

"I'm JJ." I cleared my throat, fumbling around my pockets for my cell phone

"Why don't you go down stairs with me? They don't get back until 10 at night." He stepped towards me, biting his plump red lips.

JJ never wanted to be in the kind of position where someone could hurt her. One night, when having the choice to leave with her mother and two brothers to the city she declined just to be met by life changing events.

She was a runaway. But the only thing she was running away from was him.