Falice One Shots by falicewins

Running Away To Home

A/N 2020: Hiii, this is a repost of something I wrote in the summer of 2019 and had archived. It's definitely not one I am very proud of, but it's a cute short teen falice story with a happy ending. We all need that sometimes, don't we? It's always weird to read something back you wrote more than a year ago, but if you're reading this again; I edited a few little things!

She ran as fast as she could. Her bare feet were dirty, her hair stuck to her cheeks because of the rain and her sweat and her pyjamas were full of mud. The little boy she held in her arms started crying but there was no time to comfort him.

If she would stop running now they would get to her eventually and then all would be for nothing. Despite that Alice needed to get away from that awful place as fast as possible she didn't think through her actions.

In fact, she couldn't think of a place to go. What was she thinking? That running away with a new born baby was a good idea? Her parents made clear she didn't have to bother coming back and her (now probably ex-) boyfriend was the one she couldn't go to. It was a long shot, but there was one last place she could go to. One place, where she would always hope to find a home.

As she kept on running, she held the baby boy close to her chest, making sure he wouldn't get sick. Her cries were breaking her hurt, but if she wanted to keep him safe she needed to keep going. The tears streamed down her eyes when she ran into the old familiar Sunny Side Trailer Park.

''We're almost there, it's okay.'' She kissed her baby's forehead, trying to make him stop crying. There was one trailer that she knew like no other. One place, she used to be every single day. It was the trailer of the boy next doors.

With trembling legs and red stained eyed she knocked on the wooden door. Alice looked around nervously, making sure Hal or his parents weren't right behind her. She knocked again when she didn't hear anything.

A few seconds later the man she ran too opened his trailer door, looking sleepy and confused to the girl in front of him. But then his eyes grew wide when he saw who was standing in front of him.

''Alice?'' He managed to get out, stutting as he looked her appearance up and down in utter confusion.

But there was no time for him to process why she was at his door in the middle of the night, as he saw that she almost collapsed right there on his front porch. FP grabbed her arms to let her in. Alice didn't say anything, she just threw herself into his chest, sobbing loudly. As an instinct he wrapped his arms around her, comforting her immediately.

''Ssssh, it's okay. It's okay.'' He whispered.

After standing there in his arms for a bit she pulled herself back from his embrace, still holding her son. He gestured for her to take place on the couch, so she did. FP disappeared in his bedroom for a few seconds and came back with a blanket and a hoodie.

''Here, take this. You must be cold. The blanket is for the little one.'' Alice smiled gratefully to him through her tears.

''Can you hold him for a second?'' She asked with a trembling voice. He nodded, and took the baby, wrapping the blanket around the new born boy.

Alice pulled on the hoodie and felt herself getting warmer. She looked at FP, who was rocking the baby in his arms. He had stopped crying immediately, as if he knew that his father was holding him.

"What happened, Alice? Where or from who did you run away?'' He asked worriedly, assuming that this had been an impulse action based on how messy she looked.

Alice tried to breath slowly to prevented herself from getting a panic attack. But she had made the choice to go to him, to tell him everything and so she needed to get herself together and be honest.