Life on the Run

When something happens to Bree's parents that they won't recover from, Bree and her two sisters, Gabriella and Aubrey, have to run away. Trouble always seems to find them when they are alone. When Bree get separated from her sisters she gets into major trouble. Will she be able to escape this trouble? What happens if she gets caught? Will they hurt her? Will anybody be able to help her? Read to find out.

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7. Alone

"Bree, wait!" Niall yelled after me. I ran as fast as I could, faster than I think I've ever run before. It wasn't fast enough. Niall quickly caught up and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Let me go!" I screamed, flailing my arms and legs.

"No, not until you talk to me." he said still practically carrying me.  "Why are you ignoring me?"

"I don't want to talk to you! Let me go!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, attracting attention from bystanders. He put me down and I looked at him surprised. I looked into his eyes and saw pure hurt. I really hurt him. I was about to apologize when he spoke up.

"Go." he said coldly.

"What?" I asked confused.

"You wanted to go, so go. I'm not stopping you." he said flatly. "What are you waiting for? Why are you still here? Go!"

Now I was hurt, I didn't mean to hurt him, but he is doing this on purpose.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "Niall, I'm so-"

"Save it for someone who will listen." he cut me off and walked away.

I just stood there staring after him. I stared until he was gone, I stared after he was gone, and I stared until he was probably already at the dorms. I just stood there, wanting to chase after him, to cry, to roll around on the wet ground and scream and the top of my lungs, but I couldn't move. I was frozen in the cold rain. I suddenly felt like the guy in the alley, feeling like I'm staring at someone I won't ever see again, not able to move.

I slowly walked back to the motel, taking twice as long as I should have. When I got to my room, I locked the door, fell on the bed, cocooned myself in the blankets, and forced myself to go to sleep before I could think too much about anything.

 

I woke up to pounding on my door. I looked at the clock beside my bed and saw that it was almost noon.

"Ma'am, you were supposed to be out at eleven. You have to pay for another night or get out, I can't rent this out to other guests if you're still in here." the manager yelled through the door.

"I'll pay for another night later, I'm trying to sleep." I groaned.

"Ma'am you have to pay now or leave." he argued.

"Do you want the money or not? You'll get it!" I yelled back, upset with him now. Now that I'm awake, it's inevitable not to think about the events of yesterday.

"Just please go away." I asked quietly. I think he heard the hysteria in my voice because he left without another word.

I decided I should probably get out of bed and find something to eat when my stomach growled. I walked down the hall and found a vending machine. I used one of my final euros to buy a bag of chips. I walked back to the room and sat on the bed and started eating the chips. I decided to check my phone and saw that I had 7 new messages. Everyone of them was from Harry. I was about to delete them - thinking they were from Niall - when I read one of them.

'Bree? What's going on?'

Then I read the rest.

'There's something wrong with Niall.'

'What's wrong with him'

'Bree, why aren't you answering me?'

'Answer me, Bree!'

'I know you are reading these, answer me. I'm worried about Niall.'

'He won't talk to anybody, he won't eat, and he won't come inside. He just sits outside behind a big tree.'

I turned my phone off then and threw it on the bed. Why did he have to make this so hard? Why did I run away from him? Why didn't I just talk to him about it? Why wouldn't he come out of Gabby's room? Why did he choose them over me? Was I not good enough for him? Did he really not want me around?

I had so many questions in my head that I had to get some air or I would pass out. I went over to the window and opened it as wide as it would go. I didn't care if it was still raining. I pulled a chair up to the window and looked at the people running in the rain. A mother holding her baby close to her chest. a couple holding hands, walking slowly in the rain. An old women using her walker, an umbrella held over her head, her old husband holding it, not caring if he gets wet, just happy to be with his soul mate. I was suddenly jealous of all these people. Of what they had and I didn't. They had someone who loved them unconditionally.

I sat in the chair for hours, I watched the sky fade to black as the sun set behind the horizon. I didn't move until I heard the pounding on my door again.

"Your time's up! I need that money!" the manager yelled again.

"I'll give you all the money when I leave." I said flatly, just barely loud enough for him to hear.

"Fine." he grumbled before he left.

I stared out the window all night, thinking about what's happened so far that has gotten me here. I didn't cry, I didn't smile, I didn't scream when I though about that night in the bar, or when I found my parents. I just sat there, numb. Not feeling anything. I didn't sleep, I didn't eat.

When the sun rose, I went over to the bed and grabbed my phone. I turned it back on only to find that I had no messages or calls. I didn't really care, I just wanted to call Niall and tell him that I'm sorry, even if he didn't want me back, I just wanted him to know.

I dialed his number and pressed call. It rang five times before it went to his voicemail. I tried again, this time it didn't even ring, went straight to voicemail. So he had his phone, he declined my call. I decided I would text him.

'Niall, I'm not asking you to forgive me and I don't expect you to, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry. I am so, so, so sorry. I never should have said that stuff. I should've just talked to you about it. Well, I'm going to go now. My phone will be off so I won't be sending any more texts. Sorry to bother you.    -Bree'

I pressed send and turned my phone off. I knew he wouldn't reply, he probably would just delete the message without reading it as I did to his. I deserved it, I over-reacted.

I went and sat at the window again, not knowing what to do. Should I stay? Or should I go? I don't have anywhere to go, and I don't have the money to pay for the room. I'll just stay until they call the cops and kick me out. Oh well.

I stayed in that chair for a week, only leaving it to go to the bathroom or get the occasional bite of food or sip of water. I didn't really feel like doing anything else. I got up and wandered to the bathroom. Out of habit, I grabbed my phone before I went.

As I was about to leave the bathroom I looked at the bathtub, I decided to take a bath. Maybe that would clear my head a little bit.

I ran the water as hot as I could get it, instantly steaming up the mirror. I could see the steam floating around me, but I didn't care. I slowly lowered myself in and let the water burn my skin, at least I felt this pain.

I decided to check my phone for any messages that I probably didn't have. I had four. One from Harry, three from Niall. I decided to look at Harry's first.

'Bree, please come back. We miss you.'

Next was Niall.

'I'm sorry, Bree. Please forgive me.'

'Please come back, it's just not the same without you. I miss you.'

'I'm going to find you, and I'm going to bring you home.'

After I thought about this for awhile, I decided to just go and talk to him. I put my phone on the floor, pulled the plug to the drain, and reached for the curtain to help me up. I was to weak to stand up on my own. As I was almost standing completely up, my wet foot slipped against the slippery surface of the acrylic tub. My feet flew out from under me. I tried to hold on to the curtain, but the curtain rod disconnected from the wall, and instead connected with the side of my head.

On my way down, I hit the back of my head on the wall and that immediately made me go limp. My chest fell over the side of the tub and I just lay there, curtain on top of me.

My hand stumbled on the floor as I tried to grab my phone, only knocking it further away form me and out of reach.

"Help!" I cried but my voice was no more than a whisper, hoarse from being silent for a whole week.

I couldn't move and I was on the verge of passing out. I just hung my head and prayed that somebody would find me.

 

 

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Thank you guys so much for 300 views!! I wish that I could just write all day but sadly I can't. I have school and sports. But when I'm done with those I will write, write, write to make you guys happy! Don't be afraid to check out my other movellas, They are called 'Arranged to be Married' and 'Second Chance', please tell me what you think!

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