For the love of a runaway

In this town. In this town where you can never tell a lie from the real truth. Everyone has a secret, and everyone knows the truth, that none of us will ever know what the truth really is. This could be a lie, this could be a secret. But who will ever know? You can't trust anyone, and everyone else can't trust you. It's all just a phantom secret and it's really good at hiding. They're all just secrets in the wind.

Radly Myers has had enough of this town. After the mysterious death of her father, her mother becomes the new couch ornament. Always saying she would find a job when in reality she won't. That leaves Radly to take care of her Eight year old sister, Zoe. She can't handle it anymore, finding out that her mother has been repeating the abuse done to her, onto Zoe. She packs up and takes her sister with her, now taking over the role of mother and big sister. Skipping towns to make sure her mother never finds them, will she find someone who can't let her go. Will she stay for him?


2. Chapter Two

I just kept running. It is really hard to do when you have a lot of heavy stuff in you arms. I look back to see that mom wasn't behind us. I don't know where to go, I don't know if I can trust that she really isn't behind me. I run into the nearby woods, halfway in, we stop.

"Zoe, can you walk?" I look up at her and she nods. I sit her down on a fallen branch and then the dog, handing her the leash.

I set down the two duffle bags and then the two backpacks. As it all sits in a heap on the ground, I ask myself how I managed to carry all of this stuff and my sister and the dog, and manage to outrun my mother. I shake my head.

"Owwww." I hear my sister moan from behind me. I turn to see her holding her stomach.

I walk over to her and lift up the bottom of her shirt. She had a huge gash in her stomach, it was bleeding all over.

"Okay, just uhhh..." I take out one of my old rags in my bag and hand it to her. "Hold this onto it and I will try to find something to clean that up with.

I go threw my bag trying to find something. Nothing. Then I remember that I had a bottle of water in my back pack. I open it up and grab it out. I turn back to her.

"Here, this is going to be a little cold." I pull the rag away and pour some water on the wound. Okay, that should be good for now. I put the rag back on it and pull her shirt back down. I stick out my hand to her and she tries to stand up but her leg shakes a bit.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just have to get used to it." She says.

I grab our bags and my backpack and hand her backpack to her. I look down at Harley.

"You want me to take him?" I ask.

"No, I got him."

"Okay, just tell me if you want me to take anything." She nods.

We leave the woods and I look around.

"Where are we going?" She asks.

"I don't know."

"Can't we ask Brandon's mom?"

I smile at her. She is best friends with Brandon's little brother Liam. "That's a good idea."


When we get to Brandon's house, I knock on the door. It is really late and they are probably sleeping. The door opens to reveal a very tired looking Brandon. He sees me and then it seems like he wakes up.

"Radly, what are you doing here, it's 11:13?"

"I know, I'm sorry, mom was beating her, I took her and we left. Can we stay here?" He looks at me like he is thinking about it. "Please, we have no other place to go? It's just for the night." I add.

"Just a second." He walks away, leaving the door open. He comes back with his mom.

"Radly, your mom just called wondering where you are." She says.

"Please, don't tell her we're here, please." I can't tell if I can trust that she won't tell her but she is my last hope.

She nods. "Come inside, it's cold out here."

We walk inside and she sits us down on the couch. She walks down the hall and comes back only minutes later with bandages and ointment. She must have seen the blood seeping through Zoe's shirt.

"So what happened?" His mom asks me. I don't answer, I just look down. "Are you two okay now?" Neither of us answer.

She helps Zoe get cleaned up and gives her some of Liam's sweats to wear for the night then lays her down. I lay down on the opposite couch and get comfortable.

"I just wanted to let you guys know that you can stay as long as you need. I am not going to put you back into that environment." She says about to turn the light off. "Goodnight girls."

"Goodnight." We both reply.

After a while of just sitting there, thinking in the dark about what we are going to do, I finally fall asleep.


"Look." Zoe points to the man on the sidewalk who is playing the Violin. His Violin case was laying in front of him with a few bills and coins inside. We stopped and listened to the beautiful music coming from the instrument. When the song was finished we applauded and I dug in my pocket. I leaned over his Violin case and through in two dollars in change.

"Thank you." The man smiled.

"You're welcome." I tell him as we walk off. "So where do you want to go first? We don't have that much money."

"There." She points to an antique/gift shop.

"Alright then, let's go." We walk inside.

"Well, hello." A smiling old lady says as we walk towards the register.

"Hi." I smile back at her.

"Are you looking for something in particular?"

I smile. "Ummm, not really. Just looking." She continues to smile then nods.


We arrive back at the hotel and find our room again. We managed to leave the gift shop with a lower budget than I expected.

Zoe got a key chain, a purple beanie, a necklace and an old antique Butterfly hair pin. I got a key chain, a dark blue beanie, a bracelet and and some antique threads, buttons and fabric. We were about to leave the shop when I saw a little dog collar, it was so cute so I bought it for Harley.

"Alright, that's enough for one night. It's time for bed." I say as she gets dressed into her pajamas. She get's into her bed and got comfortable as I tuck her in. I turn off all of the lights and got in the other bed. I turned the Television onto Disney. I felt myself soon begin to drift off.

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