Teenage Runaway [A Michael Clifford Fanfic]

Eleanor Brussel was abused. She was living in a hell she called her home in Pennsylvania. Life wasn't like the other girls she saw. She didn't have that 'perfect daisy life' she saw people on Television had. Eleanor was very despairing. Until one day she had 4 reasons to be alive. To get through life. This was her chance to prove life wrong. This, was a story, of a teenage runaway.


2. Chapter Two

*A/N : Hey guys! Sorry I'm like taking forever to update, but I probably won't update until next weekend, because I'm heading to Georgia and we have family down there, so I don't want to spend all my time on their computer. Also, I don't really know how to write on my phone, so when If I figure it out, I'll probably be updating once and a while. Thanks for your cooperation and enjoy today! Love you!*


My life was slowly draining out of me.

I could still remember how my piercing screams sounded like.

They were painful to hear.

I placed my hands on my aching ribs and weeped.

The milk substance still lay on the wooden floor.

My grandpa went upstairs, probably to sleep.

That's when I decided it was time to get up.

I couldn't take it much longer.

I tried sitting up but the pain from my ribs, immediately shot to my shoulder.

I cred out in pain, and fell back down.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

My grandfather is a deep sleeper, so I waited a couple of minutes before it rang again.

This time I fought the pain and got up.

Every time my right foot would hit the ground, pain slapped me across the face.

When I opened the door, there stood police officers, and ambulance.

I stared, wide eyed and confused, as they all stared at me, while I was clutching my sides.
"Are you Eleanor Brussel?"

A woman police officer asked, her brunette hair pulled back into a low bun, her dark blue uniform went along with her brown eyes.

I said weakly.

The woman nodded and gestured the group of men holding a stretcher out for my to lie on.

I looked confused.

The woman sighed.

"Is Albert Brussel here?"

My grandfather.

"Y-Yes.. he's upstairs.."

The woman nodded and ran upstairs, with a group of other police officers following.

"Miss, you need to lie on this."

A man said behind me.

I shoved him away.

"I need a wheelchair, that's all."

The man nodded and pulled me into a wheelchair.

As soon as I was being pulled away, gunshots were fired, leaving me in awe.

*time skip*

When I opened my eyes, I was in a white room.

The lights shone on my body, and I was actually feeling quite better.

I looked around and my room was quite little, but I felt.. at home...

"Eleanor Brussel?"
I looked up and saw a nurse.

She was blond and had piercing green eyes.

"You feeling okay?"

She knelled beside me and gave me a quick smile.

"Yes actually. Thank you so much."

The lady smiled and nodded.

"I'm Rowan."

I smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Rowan."
Rowan nodded and walked out.

As soon as she walked out, I sighed a breath of relief.

I felt.. relaxed.. and calm.. for once.


I looked up and saw that same woman with the brown hair.

"I'm Officer, Maxwell, please, if you let me, may I ask you some questions?"

I nodded.

"Okay, so.. your grandfather, Albert.. when did his abusing you start?"


I remember the day when I first arrived at my grandfather's house.

I was 4 years old, and my parents were in the car, practically kicked me out, and said,

"Here's your new home! Goodbye!" and drove off.

I didn't know what to do what to say.

I just stared open mouthed at my "home"

As soon as I stepped a foot forward, the door swung open.

There stood my grandfather..

what happened after that.. was.. blurry..

*out of flashback*


I quickly looked up to see Officer Maxwell staring back.


I sighed.

"W-When I was 4 years old.."

Maxwell gasped.

"Really? and did you let him?"

I half glared at the woman.

"What else was I supposed to do? I couldn't call the fucking police, because I didn't know what to do. And he would've caught me, and probably end my fucking life! That's why my ribs are beaten up!"

Maxwell stared long and hard at me.

"What did he use?"

I let a breath out.

"A hammer."

Maxwell shook her head.


I nodded,agreeing.

"Well. That's enough. I'm sure you need your rest. Get well, Brussel."

And with that, she gave me a weak smile and walked out, closing the door.

Right as she closed the door, I thought I saw 4 boys.. staring at..


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