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?


4. Thirteen Memories

Lyss' P.O.V

*flashback to four days ago*

"Shut up, you ungrateful brat!" he yelled.

I cowered back in fear. I only stopped crawling backwards when my back hit the wall. "Stop! Lucas, why are you doing this? What did I do?" I didn't understand. He'd always been there for me, but recently, he'd turned violent. Hitting and punching me for no apparent reason.

"Does there have to be a reason? You’re my girlfriend, I can do whatever I want with you!" he boomed, kicking me in the stomach. There would be a bruise there later, another measly addition to the scattering of dark purple blotches on my skin.

"Why? Why are you doing this? I trusted you! I loved you! I thought you loved me back!" I whimpered, tears falling freely down  my cheeks.

"Really? You thought I loved you? Huh, you’re even more pathetic than I thought!" he sneered. With that, he flipped me over, grabbed the knife out of his pocket, and ran it along my spine. I tried to bite back the screams, but the pain was searing all over my back, and one managed to escape my mouth. when he heard it, he smiled to himself, as if he'd accomplished something from that. He then threw me into the corner of the room, and proceeded to walkout of the room.

 I grabbed my duffel bag, and packed what was left of my life into it. It’s quite hard, packing up nearly eighteen years into one bag. Each time I bent over, I was engulfed in pain, because of my back. I realised that I was bleeding. I took out a baby wipe from my bag and wiped the area. Fourteen baby wipes and a clean (ish) back later, I wrapped a bunch of bandages around the are.  When all of my life had been packed into a bag no bigger than a guitar case (but bag shaped- not guitar shaped…), I made sure to pick up my real guitar case (with my guitar in), and picked up the humungous pile of money carelessly left on the side. When I was convinced there were practically no traces of me left there, I ran out of the building. I booked a room in a hotel close, but not too close, to my thirteenth home. My next home, I thought, will be far from here. Everything will be as perfect as it can be. I sucked in a deep breath, and cried myself to sleep on the comfy double bed in my hotel suite.  

*Flashback over*

I've been living with my brother for the past two days. It's alright. I mean living with five guys has its perks and its drawbacks. Like now, for instance, I’m cooking lunch because none of the boys could be bothered to do it. I’m only making it for myself, though. I mean, their fault they didn’t want to get off their lazy bums and at least help me.

I walked into the living room, the steam from my pasta clouding my vision. “Hey guys!” I chirped. “Hey” they all muttered back, not removing their eyes from the football game. Niall suddenly sat up, and started sniffing. I snorted. How teenage girls find him irresistible, I will never know. Right now, he looks like a loon. His eyes snap up to the meal I’ve begun eating in my lap. “You made food, and you didn’t give us any?” he asked. “Well, there’s some left in the kitchen if you want some…” I lied. He perked up and ran to the kitchen. When he got there, he screamed, “Lyssandra Megan Payne, you do not lie to me. Especially about food.” The guys were all looking at me. “Hey, how come you get food and we don’t?” Harry said. “Because I’m special. And cause I made it.” I rolled my eyes at him. Niall had come back from the kitchen, “Lyss…” he started, pulling a puppy-dog face “could you make the rest of us some pasta?” I snorted “aw hell no!” the rest of the guys stared at me as if I’d grown a second head. “She resisted the face!” Zayn gaped. “HOW in the name of carrots did you do that?” Louis mockingly said. My brother’s face twisted into a grin. “Guys, you know what we have to do.” He said. The boys’ faces now all displayed scary looking smiles. I backed off until I nearly fell off the sofa. Liam’s hands darted forwards, and he started tickling me. “Li! Stop it!” I giggled, barely able to get my words out for laughing so hard. That’s when he started to pull my top up. I flipped over and tried to escape when I realised what he was trying to do; blow a raspberry. I was squirming away, wriggling to try and escape One Direction’s grip, when the tickling stopped. “Lyss? How did you get this scar?” Liam asked, his tone serious and scared.


'sup, dudes? Happy star wars day! so.. just wanted you to get a little info on what appened to Lyss... there you go... chapter four! comment/vote/like/favourite/whatever you awesome movellians do xxxx



dedicated to all the awesomely random people out there, the people reading this book, and also to anyone who knows that Buzz Lightyear's original name was Lunar Larry. Anyone who knows that is totally awesomely awesome! xxxxxxxxxxxx

p.s: update shall be sometime soon, maybe monday becasuse i am off school for the bank holiday xxxxxx

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