Thirteen Runs

Lyssandra is a runaway.
When her family died in a house fire, she did the only thing she could think of- she ran.
Six years and twelve runs later, she still has no luck. Thirteen is meant to be an unlucky number, so what will happen when Lyssandra runs from an abusive cheater? And what will happen when she runs into a ghost from her past that she thought was dead?


6. Thirteen Bruises

Lyss' P.O.V

The boys stopped talking and looked at me. Their eyes trailed over my stomach, where the majority of those bruises were, and my legs and arms, where there was an equal number of cuts and bruises. Their mouths hung open slightly, from shock I guess. I turned around so that they could see the top of  my back, and the backs of my legs. I turned back to them, and laughed nervously when I saw that Niall, Zayn, and Harry had tears about to roll down their cheeks. Liam and Louis looked furious though. The sound of my laughter made them look up.

“Why are you laughing, Lyss? This is serious! Who did this to you? Did you do it yourself?” Liam shouted, coming up closer to me. sighed, and looked him in the eyes. “If you let me finish the story, you could find out. And I was laughing because three fifths of the world’s most popular boy band are lying in my bed, crying. Another one is my brother and shouting at me. And the last one looks confused and angry. All because of me.” I replied, flashing a smile. I looked at all of the boys, and said “Soo… can I get changed into my normal, non-revealing clothes again?” they all nodded, apart from Harry, who smirked at me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. The boys won’t mind, especially not me.”  With that, Liam walked up to him, and jokingly slapped his head. “Do you want to say that again to my sister?” he asked Curly, his tone. “Umm, no?” “Good.”. Harry rubbed his head where Liam had hit him. “oww!”.

I went out of the room, and came back in wearing my high-waisted skinny jeans, and a long sleeved shirt. I took a deep breath, and got ready to relive the past.

“Well, I was on my twelfth run, and I was really thirsty, so I decided to buy a coffee from starbucks. It was the guy at the till’s first day, and he accidently spilt my coffee on me. He was like ‘Oh my god! I’m so, so sorry’ and I was like ‘ it’s okay, no biggie’ and then he was like ‘well at least let me make it up to you. Free coffee, and dinner at mine tonight?’ and then I was like ‘yeah, sounds great. Can I have your number?’ and then he wrote his number on my cup, and we had dinner. He asked me out  after a few more dates and I said yes. I lived with him, and his sister Chloe, who became my best friend. One day, Chloe went out to a work party, and Lucas and I were home alone. He must have been drunk or something, because he was stumbling around all over the place. He came up to me and started to hit me, and kick me, and all that stuff. He carried on for a few days, whenever Chloe was out of the house, she would’ve stopped him. She never really got along with him. So I ran, one day, the day he gave me he scar on my back. Left no note, text, whatever. I got the train to this part of London, and carried on running. Then, I r literally ran into Louis. He thought I was funny because I was doing that thing where I say my thoughts out loud. He invited me in. I came in, and that’s when I saw you, Liam. And, you know the story from there..."





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