Three Little Words

Her parents have been fighting for years. Nineteen year old Lyka and her ten year old younger sister, Macy are forced apart when their father sweeps Lyka to England unexpectedly. She and her dad arrive in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire England, where her dad is from and live in a small apartment together. Lyka believes her life is miserable and over. One night, she says good bye to everything she knows and runs away, but she didn’t know where to go. Lyka walks forever and is starving and dehydrated. She had no money, the only clothes she owned were the ones on her back and her half charged phone which was in her back pocket. The next morning she wakes up in a place she didn’t know, with a boy that she didn’t even know. She hates the boy at first, but her feelings change through the whole story. Find out more in Three Little Words


3. Meant To Be

I woke up in a white room. I sat up, felt a hand on my right shoulder and push me down. I looked to my right and saw a boy with curly brown hair and green eyes. He was gorgeous. Was I dead? “Am… am I dead?” I stammer. The boy chuckles at me. “No, almost though,” He said in a British accent.

Then my mood turned into anger. “Why did you help me? Why didn’t let me die?” I ask. “Calm down, your weak right now,” the boy says, not answering my question. The boys gets up and starts walking out the door. “Get some rest, love,” He says and disappears.

“Hey! I asked you a question,” I demanded. The boy reappears in the doorway. “Yes, love?” The boy asks concerned. “Why didn’t you let me die?” I asked through my teeth. “Because, I would never do that to anyone, especially a girl as pretty as you,” the boy says looking into my eyes.


Even though he was far away, I could feel his passion for me. I ducked my head blushing. “Okay, well, get rest,” the boy says and disappears again. “Hey!” I yell again. The boy reappears. “Yes, love,” he asks. “What’s your name?” I ask. “Harry,” the boy says. “I’m Lyka,” I say. “I like your name,” Harry says. “Thanks,” I say.


“Is there anything else you want to know or need?” Harry asks. “Where are we?” I ask looking around. “We are in this abandoned apartment.” Harry says. I look at him confused. “I’m not rich. I could barely afford to live by myself.” Harry says innocently. “How are you so poor?” I ask.

Harry hesitated. “I’m sorry,” I apologize. “No, love, don’t be sorry.” Harry says, sniffing. “I ran away from my family about two years ago. I really miss them and want to see them again. So I did one day, about three months ago, but they had moved out of the only house I knew they would be.” Harry says, as a tear rolls down his cheek. “I ran away too, from my dad. I just moved here and don’t know anything, what street, what building, not even what the building looks like.” I say sadly.


Harry gets up from the bed and walks over to the other side and lies down next to me. We just lay together for minutes, not talking. I was mad at Harry for a minute, but know, I’m glad I met him. I finally found somebody like me. One who ran away and is alone. It was like it was meant to be. Harry saved my life both ways, from dying and unhappiness.  

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