A life worth living

My life before I ran away looked perfect, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence, a decorated officer as a dad and a stay at home mother. But if you looked closer you could see the imperfections. You would see that the beer in our fridge would only last for a couple of days. You would see my mother, always trying to keep my dad happy. And you would see the burns on my skin, where the cigarettes had left there mark. But you would have to look hard, to see these imperfections. They weren’t on the surface, they where kept hidden like a deep dark secret.


5. Rules

I quickly took the money, and placed it in my inside pocket next to the weed. I looked at him for a few seconds; jeez this is going to be a lot of work.  He had short brown hair and big brown eyes, and he looked nice. There is nothing wrong with looking nice, it just makes you look like an easy target. “Okay let’s lay down some ground rules.” He looks at me a bit strange, but keeps quite. I already like him better.

“Rule number one: We are not going to bond. So I don’t want to hear your sad story, and I don’t want to tell you mine. We are not going to become friends. I am not one of those girls, that if you give me enough attention I am going to break down to a girly piece of shit.

Rule number two: We are not a team, so non of this Bonnie and Clyde kind of bullshit I am going to help you for a couple of months, and then we are going to part ways.

Rule number three: And most important, you are going to do exactly as I say. And maybe you are not going to end up dead, or in prison.”

It looked like it took him a few seconds to understand what I just said, when he finally managed to say something. “What makes you think I have a sad story?”

“You just paid me 200 dollars, so I could teach you how to live on the street. People don’t run away from a home, if there is nothing wrong.” I didn’t even look at him while I was talking, I was walking away from him. He quickly caught up to me. “Where are we going?” What a stupid question, I didn’t even bother to answer it. When we arrived at the destination, which was the park, I sat down on a bench and signaled him to come and sit next to me. I sat down and he looked at me with puppy eyes, Jesus Christ he is annoying. “What’s your name by the way?” I tried not to sound irritable, but I don’t really think I succeeded. “Uhm… Jason” He said kind of hesitant.




Jason’s P.O.V.

She really looked scary, well that was the vibe she was giving off. She had short red-ish hair, maybe more strawberry-blonde. She had green blue eyes, and was actually very pretty. She was wearing worn out white all-stars.  She was also wearing light blue jeans, they were very worn out and had a lot of writing on them. There were written names and phrases. With big black letters on one of the legs it said: A LIFE WORTH LIVING? She was wearing a white t-shirt with a red hoodie over, and a lot of bracelets and earrings. She did look scary but at the same time beautiful. She looked at me with a weird look on her face, when I realized I had been starring at her. I tried to divert attention from myself, by asking her a question. “What now?” I know it was not the best thing to say, but come on, saying nothing would have been embarrassing. “Lesson number one: Judging people.”  She answers. 

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