The Runaways

The Runaways Part 2

Authors Note:

this chapter contains Sexual assult

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I finally got to a road into some town. I walked into some old hotel. There was an old smelly guy sitting at the counter.

“Room for 1, please.” I said.

“Room 36c” he said and handed me the keys.

I walked up into my room. It smelled like old people. At that moment I didn’t care. I took a quick shower and got a tank top on and slept in my underwear. I crawled under my covers and fell to sleep.

 

Ugh. I woke up at 8. I got up and did my hair and make up.   I grabbed my stuff and I was gone. 

I didn’t know where I was going, I didn’t even have a clue were I was. I put on my head phones and started walking. I went to a park and sat at the swings. I watched the little kids play with their parents, only wishing I had that. As I think about more and more about what I didn’t have, I thought of my mom. I missed her. Even if she treats me badly, she is still my mom. I closed my eyes and imagine a time when I was little, before everything bad happen. I imagine her hair clean and blonde again, also when she was at a healthily weight. My mom was beautiful. I remember her painting my nails and putting lip gloss on me. I remember the day we were dancing around and she got that phone call. That phone call I saw my mom disappear and Sam, the lady that drinks, and does drugs and doesn’t care about her daughter, appear..

 

A few hours later I got up and went to a diner.

“What can I get you?” the lady said

“Um, root beer, and a hotdog, ketchup only please.” I told her.

“Coming right up.”

A few minutes later she brings my hotdog over.

“Anything else sweetie?” she asked.

“Um, are you guys hiring? I really need a job.” I explained.

“How about tomorrow you come in and we will let you see how it works.”

“Thank you, what time?”

“8 alright?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay, and my name is barb, I’m not that old to be called ma’am.”

The next day I went in and worked, I did everything perfectly and landed myself a job. I found out I’m in Paris, Texas, a few towns over from where I used to live.  I work everyday straight taking as much hours as I can. I am still living in that nasty motel room and have saved up about 2 grand after working about 3 weeks.

I got my uniform on, like I have been doing for almost a month. I have gotten used to getting up early for work.

I walked in that morning and told hello to barb and a few other employees. I did what I had to do that day. I overwork that night and left the diner around midnight.

“Goodnight barb!” I yell out and heard a fainted goodbye has I walked out. I turned down a alleyway I took everyday until I saw someone I knew… David.

“Hey! I know you!” he screamed.

“Your Sam’s daughter, Ricky right?”

I turn around and walked the other way, until I felt someone grab my wrist.