~Shorts of my ocs~

~RUNNING AWAY~

Oh my Irene ((if you get it you get it) I'm back! Happy late New Years guys! This picture is a couple I know. Their cute so I draw them for 3 dollars. Ik cheap but I loved them. Anyway enjoy this story.

⚠️WARNING⚠️ this story is in a different AU. This au includes the stuff mentioned in my last story of doing a different AU where stayed with his terrible parents. Remember that folks.

Blue: 5 Pixie:Dead(due to Au) Blue's bio dad: 30 Blue's bio mom:28

BLUES POV:
My so called father was beating me before he threw me back into the attic. I was aching more than usually but I knew if I cried he would hurt me for because he doesn't want a crybaby as a stupid son. I couldn't walk so I pathetically crawled to my bag and took out the only thing that would find me comfort in this hell of a life, mr. Witch. I hugged him and laid on my  mattress. Soon my father started screaming, as normally.

"HEY STUPID BRAT I NEED YOU HERE NOW!" He screamed from the top of his broken lungs. I quickly tumbled down the stairs and bowed to him.

"Sorry sir, I was cleaning my room" I said, almost stuttering over my words. He slapped me across the face, almost knocking me down.

"LITTLE BRAT! GO MAKE US FOOD INSTEAD OF CLEANING! YOUR ROOM IS FINE!" he screamed again at me. His breath reeked of beer, how lovely he's drunk. I nodded and went, he slapped a piece of paper on the kitchen counter.

"Understand this little brat, a few very special guests are coming. Make what's on this paper before I decide you need more open cuts on your head." he said sternly. I sighed and nodded and took the paper. It seemed easy. It was for business, a highly fancy, easy steak with vegetables and a side bowl of rice. I got out the steaks I needed and vegetables. I thought it would be easy if I did vegetables first, so I started cutting those. As soon as they were cooking, I went to prepare the steaks and cooked the vegetables at the same time. Once I was done I did the rice and before I could even ask my 'father' how many people he slammed the door in his bathroom.So he's getting ready as I'm cooking, I looked over the paper and it said 4 people are coming. Including my 'parents' so I quickly got the table ready as my mother came putting in something in her mouth so nobody could smell the alcohol. She pulled me into her room and she started rumming in her formal wear for the brats drawer. She took out some small suit that had sleeves that were too long for me and threw it at me.

"Brat, wear this and act like you're the happiest kid for being with us" she said, I nodded at her command and took it and went back to the attic. I changed quickly and headed upstairs and stood straight and put on a fake smile. Soon they entered and my parents put on the fake act and they were doing well till I dropped something. They excused themselves and dragged me to the attic and chucked me.

"YOU BRAT" My 'mother' screamed.

"YOU CAN'T EVEN GO THE NIGHT WITHOUT MESSING UP," my 'father' screamed. He hit me and kept doing it till I was too weak to even speak. He left and I quickly healed since I'm used to it. Even though I'm used to it, I still hated it to the core. I don't want to do this anymore. I quickly packed everything including a flashlight because I knew I wouldn't find a home to hide in for probably months. I put it on and put back my normal clothes and left through our back door and I wanted to really anger my parents for the last time knowing I'll be free. I slammed the door making everybody including my parents look as I ran off as far away as I could. I ended up deep in the city and people kept bumping me. I ran into some stupid adult. I rubbed my head and looked up. The sir seems to have not slept in months and seemed nice, he held out his hand for me. I was too injured to speak and everything went black as soon as he panicked. I woke up at the white place my parents said would kill me. But I was healed. The man was here too. He looked over and got up within a second and walked over to me.

"You okay bud? You seemed pretty bad" he asked.

"I'm fine sir" I said.

"That's formal...just call me Noah. Uh I'll be taking custody of you since the doctors can't find your files" He said, His name is very basic but my parents barely tried to give me one. But no way I'm going with him, he's probably like my parents for all I care. But before I could protest the doctor came in.

"Hi kiddo, you're all okay to go okay." The doctor stated. What's with the names though. Kiddo? Bud? Kid? I'm older in my mind right? Before I could ask about the situation Noah grabbed my bag and picked me up like I was 3. He thanked the stupid doctor and brought me outside. I tried getting out of his grasp but I was too weak to. He placed me in what I assumed was his car.

"Hey get me out" I complained.

"Hey hey, calm down. I'll explain as I drive" he said, buckling me in somehow? My parents don't have this thing and I can barely take it out! He saw me trying to get out by pulling at the thing and chuckled. He sat in his seat and drove off. We soon arrived at his house and I stopped trying and accepted I'm back in Hell. he picked me up and for some reason I was really tired. I fell asleep as he grabbed my bag.

....Okay so maybe this was nicer than being a runaway child in the streets.....fucking noah.

~~~THE END~~~

Short story as usually. You know how it goes. This is called. "Short stories" you know you would be given cliffhangers and sh!t. Now I hoped you enjoyed it. I may not actually give you a lot of stories these 2 weeks because something very serious and personal happened on my end so yea- funnnn now bye and do not mention this.