"My name is...." I paused in hesitation.
What if I say my name and she recognized it. The only thing there is to do is lie.
I hate lying to people. It makes me feel guilty. I mean, doing all these crimes is guilty too. But lies are the things that really hurts. Especially when people lie to me. It doesn't feel right.
"My name is...Harold Styles" I said. People doesn't know my real first name. I usually go by Harry. But if someone asked for my name, I use Harold. I know it sounds like an old man but people can't recognize names that well.
"I'm a 19 year old boy and I don't have a home" I said not wanting to give out too much information. "Than what explains the part that your in my house right now?" She asked giving me an unconvincing look. "Your window was open and I'd thought that there's any one home, which there wasn't" I replied with a straight face. "So that gives you the rights to just wonder around my home? How am I suppose to know if you've stole anything?". "I didn't. You can search through my backpack all you want. And you'll find none of your items" I said handing her my backpack.
As Harold hands me his backpack, I slowly took it in my hands. I look back up at him and he nods in approval. I unzip the small bag and found multitudes of item but none aren't mine.
Some are old smelly clothes. "When did you last bathe?" I asked. "Few months ago" he answered proudly. I silently gagged.
I picked up a small rectangular brown case, which indeeds to be his wallet that has a picture of a smiling family in front. "Is that you're family?". "Yeah" He said ever so quietly and looks down to the carpets beneth his feet. "Oh. Sorry to ask" I said and put the wallet back in the bag. "No, it's okay. You were just curious. It's nothing. I'm nothing to them anyways" He mumbled. "Mind explaining?" I asked polietly. "Now's not the time. Maybe some other time". "Alright".
After searching through Harold's backpack, I found none of my stuff. "Fine, there's nothing in this bag that is related to me" I said handing it back to him. "Told yah" He smirks. I rolled my eyes.
"So any other information I need to know about you?". "Nope" Harold said popping the 'p'. "What about you."
"Well, my name is Skylar Hayes but Skye for short and-" I began but Harold interrupted. "Hey! Our initals are backwards. H.S and S.H!" Harry stats with a big grin on his face. I grinned at his comment.
"As I was saying, I moved here to London from America. If you've haven't notice my accent" i continued. Memories flashed through my mind back when I was still in America.
~When I was little, around the age of 11, my dad started getting addicted to these kinds of drugs that takes over his mind and make him delusional. Nor my mother, older brother, and I could stop him. And it was useless. Every night, he would get all crazy and my brother, Sam, had to handle it.
Until one night, Sam was hanging out with his friend next door to our house. Which means that my mother and I have no protection against my father. My dad was so insane, he literally point out a gun towards me. Not hesitating to pull the trigger. My back slid down the corner of the room. Arms over my head. Eyes closed. Hoping this is over already. And I was right. I heard a loud bang coming from my father's direction. But I felt no pain any where in my body.
I opened my eyes and spotted my mother's lifeless body on the ground in front of me. Couldn't believe what I was seeing. Salty tears makes it's way down my face. "Mom!" I cried. Trying to shake her awake but it was no use. Dark red liquid drips out from the center of her chest and onto the wooden floor. Seconds later, Sam busted through the door along with his friend by his side. His face turned pale once his eyes lands on our mother on the ground in the pool of blood. His eyes widen and he turned his face towards our father. "You!" He screams before ramming dad to the floor and throws punches and kicks at him until the cops came in. His friend must have called them. They pulled Sam apart from our father. And one put handcuffs on dad. The paramedics took mother to the hospital. While my brother tries to comfort me.
Great, now, I don't have parents anymore. My dad is in the slammer. And my mom is in somewhere peaceful now. Could it get any worse?
A few weeks later, my brother and I went to court to discuss rather my dad is guilty or not. And end up being guilty for using illegal drugs and murdering someone. He had to stay in jail for 10 years. So I'm safe. I guess.
My mother's funeral came a few days after. It was the most depressing time of my life. Watching the woman whom gave birth to me being burried underground in the cemetery broke my heart. I will never forget her. And I will never forgive my father for doing this to an innocent human being.
-7 years later-
I have officially turned eight-teen and I'm a legal adult now. I could do anything I want. Until Sam rung the door bell to the house. The same house my mother died in. I didn't know why I didn't move out but I couldn't give it up. As I opened the front door, Sam's face is shocked. "Dad's being released out of jail tomorrow" He said as I let him in. "That early?" I asked following him. He nods. "Since I would be away for university, it's going to be less safer for you to be alone." He paced back and forth. "Well telling me that it's not going to be safe for me isn't helping, ya know!" I breathed. "Sorry, it's just that I'm worried about you". He sits down on the nearest couch. "So what's the plan?" I asked. "The plan is to move. Here.." Sam digs through his pocket and hands me a plane ticket and passport. "I bought you a plane ticket to London where you're going to live the rest of your life there. Got it?". I nod. "Now, I need you to pack all your stuff now and move out. Don't worry, I'll visit you anytime you want. But you have to promise me that no matter what, don't come back here. Or else dad will find you. He called my yesterday saying he will get revenge or something on us for sending him to jail. Then again, don't worry. You will move all the way across the country and dad don't know what University I am at so everything is perfectly fine" Sam says in one breath. I nod again before running to my room and load my suitcases with everything I could pack. Once I made it back to the living room where Sam is waiting unpatiently by the door. "Let's go now!" He ushed me out the door and into his car. Everything was happening too fast. From the night my mother was murdered to the day where I fly to London. He drove me to the airport and this is where my new life begins.~
"Skye. Skye?" Harold's voice pulled me back to reality as my memories drift off to the back of my head. "Yeah?". "You zoned off for a couple of seconds. Are you okay? You're sweating and your breathing is uneven" He questions. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just... thoughts" I replied. "Mind explaining?" Harold mocked me and smiled. I nudged his shoulder and giggled. "Now's not the time. Maybe some other time" I mocked back. He chuckled.
"So does that mean I could stay here?" He asked. "Um...sure. I guess" I answered. "Oh my gosh. Thank you so much! How much would it be to stay?" He wonders, taking out his wallet from earlier. "Nothing. You don't have to pay me" I shook my head. "How else would I repay you?" He sighed. "Just think about it" I said and walked to the kitchen to get food. "Guest room's upstairs to the right. Bathrooms down the hall and also one upstairs but on the left by the way" I uttered as I heard him walked up the steps and said another thank you before entering into the guest room. Which, I guess, is now his room.
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