Runaway Life

Ruin My Life

Hello, lucky ones. My name is Jessica. I used to be the resident rich girl, until the day my father died, and the debts rose incredibly high. My mama was so tired of it all, she decided to give in. I was handed over to my aunt and uncle. I was then taken to their house, where I met Germaine.

Germaine is my aunt's son. He is 5. Germaine is half italian, and speaks like so. Sometimes I don't understand him. Well, you can say Germaine was my everything, the day my aunt and uncle decided to end their marriage. Uncle Luis, was from Italy and he took everything and left. He was mean and ugly. Big and horrid. Treated my aunt like trash. Aunt Lucia had enough of the man. She divorced and took me and Germaine to New York. Germaine and I were not familiar with New York.

Germaine did not last long in school. The day he turned 6, we decided to go back to New Jersey and reunite with Aunt Lucia's best friend. I was only 13 at that time and I wasn't much sure about what they had in store for us. Mary-Anne was my Aunt's best friend. When we went to Mary-Anne's house, we discovered she had died horribly in an accident.

We got to know it was Luis who killed Mary-Anne and set up a trap for us. Aunt Lucia was furious. But then the house blew up. A really noise in the kitchen gave it away. This house was of no more. I grabbed Germaine and yelled "Momma Lucia!!" But it was too late. Momma died. (I call her momma because I love her a lot.)

I rushed outside with Germaine and ran and ran. For a brief 15 minutes, I saw that Luis was chasing us. Germaine cried and cried. We were lost with no where to go. Luckily, I was holding Aunt Lucia's handbag. I searched inside to find a wallet with a 3000$ dollar bill. I quickly took out a note book and made a quick budget.

"Jesse." Germaine began tucking on my shirt. "I'm hungry and I also want to sleep." I took out Aunt Lucia's phone and checked for a nearby restaurant and a nearby inn. There was a inn called Call My Day not a smart name, I thought. I searched it in the internet and found out it was for 50$ a night, with free food, yet there was no good hospitality or service. I made a quick decision.

Anything is better than nothing.

The choice had been good, since when I arrived at the inn, they had looked over my preorder and had fixed our bedroom. Germaine slept, while I tried thinking of a solution for our problem. I knew we had to leave, Luis is going to find us. I knew we had to have education, we need a school. I knew I needed a job, we can't do anything without money. Thinking so, I arranged an online ticket. The first ticket outta New Jersey happened to be the Los Angeles flight.

I remember going there with my daddy before. Los Angeles was beautiful. I quickly found a local school there and got both of us in. It wasn't a big school, but the fees were 100$ for both of us.

I decided to finally try and sleep. Before doing so, I checked the news. Luis, now named Serial Killer Luis Francois, is on the wanted list for killing two women, after possibly raping them, finally blowing up the house. Well, they should cut the raping part. He tried to kill two children. That's what he wanted to do. Get rid of us. No trace of his past.

I looked at Germaine sleeping, before dozing off. I set an alarm for 6:30. Our flight was at 9:00.

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The alarm went on at 6:30. I jumped up. Germaine was asleep. I called him and we both packed and grabbed a snack from the inn. We quickly got out of the inn and ran to get a taxi. It was one of those taxis where the front two seats were separated from the back seats. I let Germaine sleep in the back, and I sat near the front. There was a handsome man driving the car.

"Hey. How old are you?" I asked curiously.

The guy didn't hold back in replying. "Uh, 16?"

"Barely old enough to drive." I muttered.

"Fuck it." He grinned at me. "Are you going to the fuckin' airport?"

"Yep." I grinned. Fuck. It's a nice word to say. "Fuckin' airport." I tested the word on my lips.

"Hey are you like 13 or something?"

"13 it is."

"Then, where the fuck are your parents?!"

"Dead." I said looking down. "Can you stop?!"

"What?"

"Stop the car."

The guy stopped the car, and I jumped out. I looked at him, trying to be cool. It worked, as I saw him sexily grin at my motion.

"Bye bye, sexy boy" I grinned getting on the other side of the car. I was mature and I was 13. I couldn't get a job, so why not. Prostitution had no age limit. I sat next to Germaine, and licked my lips at him. He suddenly furrowed his eyebrows and stared at me.

"Dude! Your fucking 13!"

"I know! So how was it?"

"What? The bed eyes? It was perfect." Then he whipped his head from side to side. "Fuck no! You, dude, get a grip. This stuff isn't for you guys, okay! IT'S FOR MATURE ADULTS!"

"Fuck off." I muttered before, we made way to the airport.

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