I hadn't talked to Carmine at all after another week. It seemed like he really did give up on helping Reed. This made me furious, but what could I do? Go on with life was my only option I guess; and only hope that Reed only got a couple years instead of life. I'd stay here, with my new family and friends.
But who knew my enemy would actually help me?
I never thought Felicity would help me. Ever. I guess she didn't either; she wasn't trying to. We were at lunch, when Felicity got mad when no one was listening to her. Apparently Felicity had had enough of me.
"Why are you guys all over her?! She's just a little pest! No one wants her! Not even her own family," she said, her eyes falling down on me. Everyone was silent.
"Felicity, you don't know the half of it," Scout said. She was obviously hurt too. Felicity might've well as also insulted our sisters as well.
"Yeah, Felicity. Just shut the fuck up," Trace said. I felt like someone had just kicked me in the ribs. I left the lunch room, sitting out on the school's stairs, contemplating. Then the others came out.
"You ok?" Bambi asked. I nodded.
"Don't think anything of it. Felicity just likes to be the center of attention," Forest said.
"I know. I just... I don't know... I just want to be alone. I'm going home, ok guys?" Everyone nodded. I stood up, only to be pulled into a big group hug.
"Be careful," Scout said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I'll see ya in about an hour, ok?" I nodded and they all went back into the school. Sure, the teachers would figure out I ditched, but who cares? I wasn't planning on coming back anytime soon.
I got home, and snuck into the house. The house was quiet. Gail must be taking her daily afternoon nap. I tip toed down the hall and peered into her room. Yup. She was out like a light. I went to my room, and grabbed my suitcase. I put all my belongings back into it, except my pillow and blanket. I put my gun into my pocket, and my knife in the other one. I would need a blanket, so I grabbed a bath towel from the bathroom. I silently went back down the hall. I was almost home free, when Bride stood up in her crib and saw me.
"Aww-Lee!" she said in her version of my name. I froze. I heard Gail's uninterrupted snores from across the hall.
"Shh.." I said to her. Bride giggled.
"Aww-Lee!" she said again. I went to her room, and hugged her.
"I'm gonna miss you," I said. She giggled and held onto my finger. "You be a good girl, ok? No giving Gail a hard time... She has a tough job around here." Bride waved her hands in the air, probably oblivious to what I was saying. I kissed her forehead once, then laid her down for her nap again. I made it out of the house without waking Gail.
I began walking down the road, hoping and praying that I was going in the right direction. I guessed that if I walked the rest of the day, and slept at night, it'd take me two days and two nights to get back home to Carmine and Nikolai. I knew this was a bad idea, but I began running. I knew I had to be far away from the house when Scout got home. She'd see that I wasn't there. Then they'd be looking for me.
By the end of the day, my legs were aching. I'd made it to a small town, and I fell asleep in a tiny alley between some apartments. I wrapped myself in the bath towel as well as I could, and fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning, I was woken by not-so-hushed voices. I blinked, looking around. It was an old woman, probably owned one of these houses. She stared at me, with judging eyes. I frowned at her. Didn't she know staring was rude? I got up, grabbed my bag and towel, and ran off without another glance in the old woman's direction.
I walked and walked, all day. I took a stop in the afternoon, sitting outside a not-so-popular book store. Barely anyone even dared to enter. My stomach rumbled, and I pushed my hand into my diaphragm to shut it up. I knew I was hungry; I didn't need a reminder. No one really paid attention to me, except one man. This guy looked like he was up to no good in the first place. He had stood down the street a few yards away, looking away each time I looked at him. Soon, he was standing closer. My stomach growled again, and he smiled evilly.
"Hey kid. You hungry?" he asked, looking down on me. I glared up at him.
"What's it to you?" I snapped.
"I'd be willing to get you something to eat... That is, if you were willing to do a little something for me..." I knew what he was talking about from the tone in his voice. I stood up, and slapped him across the face.
"Go fuck yourself," I shouted. His hand flew up, punching the side of my head, and grabbing a giant fistful of my hair. He kicked my legs out from under me, dragging me around to the back of the store while I screamed. No one noticed of course; this place was deserted. He threw me against the brick wall, and I dug my nails into the dirt. I stood up, and he pushed himself against me. I reached into my pocket, gripping the blade handle. I pulled it out quick, stabbing him just above the hip. He gasped, and took a step back immediately. Rage boiled in me, and I pushed the knife deeper into him, and twisted it. He screamed out in pain, and fell to the ground.
He wasn't dead... yet. I pulled the knife out, wiping the blood on the grass. I slipped it back into my pocket. He curled up into the fetal position, gripping his side. He'd be dead in a couple hours if he didn't get that fixed up. I ran off back to the front of the store, grabbed my bag, and I was off, yet again.
But who knew my enemy would actually help me?
I never thought Felicity would help me. Ever. I guess she didn't either; she wasn't trying to. We were at lunch, when Felicity got mad when no one was listening to her. Apparently Felicity had had enough of me.
"Why are you guys all over her?! She's just a little pest! No one wants her! Not even her own family," she said, her eyes falling down on me. Everyone was silent.
"Felicity, you don't know the half of it," Scout said. She was obviously hurt too. Felicity might've well as also insulted our sisters as well.
"Yeah, Felicity. Just shut the fuck up," Trace said. I felt like someone had just kicked me in the ribs. I left the lunch room, sitting out on the school's stairs, contemplating. Then the others came out.
"You ok?" Bambi asked. I nodded.
"Don't think anything of it. Felicity just likes to be the center of attention," Forest said.
"I know. I just... I don't know... I just want to be alone. I'm going home, ok guys?" Everyone nodded. I stood up, only to be pulled into a big group hug.
"Be careful," Scout said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I'll see ya in about an hour, ok?" I nodded and they all went back into the school. Sure, the teachers would figure out I ditched, but who cares? I wasn't planning on coming back anytime soon.
I got home, and snuck into the house. The house was quiet. Gail must be taking her daily afternoon nap. I tip toed down the hall and peered into her room. Yup. She was out like a light. I went to my room, and grabbed my suitcase. I put all my belongings back into it, except my pillow and blanket. I put my gun into my pocket, and my knife in the other one. I would need a blanket, so I grabbed a bath towel from the bathroom. I silently went back down the hall. I was almost home free, when Bride stood up in her crib and saw me.
"Aww-Lee!" she said in her version of my name. I froze. I heard Gail's uninterrupted snores from across the hall.
"Shh.." I said to her. Bride giggled.
"Aww-Lee!" she said again. I went to her room, and hugged her.
"I'm gonna miss you," I said. She giggled and held onto my finger. "You be a good girl, ok? No giving Gail a hard time... She has a tough job around here." Bride waved her hands in the air, probably oblivious to what I was saying. I kissed her forehead once, then laid her down for her nap again. I made it out of the house without waking Gail.
I began walking down the road, hoping and praying that I was going in the right direction. I guessed that if I walked the rest of the day, and slept at night, it'd take me two days and two nights to get back home to Carmine and Nikolai. I knew this was a bad idea, but I began running. I knew I had to be far away from the house when Scout got home. She'd see that I wasn't there. Then they'd be looking for me.
By the end of the day, my legs were aching. I'd made it to a small town, and I fell asleep in a tiny alley between some apartments. I wrapped myself in the bath towel as well as I could, and fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning, I was woken by not-so-hushed voices. I blinked, looking around. It was an old woman, probably owned one of these houses. She stared at me, with judging eyes. I frowned at her. Didn't she know staring was rude? I got up, grabbed my bag and towel, and ran off without another glance in the old woman's direction.
I walked and walked, all day. I took a stop in the afternoon, sitting outside a not-so-popular book store. Barely anyone even dared to enter. My stomach rumbled, and I pushed my hand into my diaphragm to shut it up. I knew I was hungry; I didn't need a reminder. No one really paid attention to me, except one man. This guy looked like he was up to no good in the first place. He had stood down the street a few yards away, looking away each time I looked at him. Soon, he was standing closer. My stomach growled again, and he smiled evilly.
"Hey kid. You hungry?" he asked, looking down on me. I glared up at him.
"What's it to you?" I snapped.
"I'd be willing to get you something to eat... That is, if you were willing to do a little something for me..." I knew what he was talking about from the tone in his voice. I stood up, and slapped him across the face.
"Go fuck yourself," I shouted. His hand flew up, punching the side of my head, and grabbing a giant fistful of my hair. He kicked my legs out from under me, dragging me around to the back of the store while I screamed. No one noticed of course; this place was deserted. He threw me against the brick wall, and I dug my nails into the dirt. I stood up, and he pushed himself against me. I reached into my pocket, gripping the blade handle. I pulled it out quick, stabbing him just above the hip. He gasped, and took a step back immediately. Rage boiled in me, and I pushed the knife deeper into him, and twisted it. He screamed out in pain, and fell to the ground.
He wasn't dead... yet. I pulled the knife out, wiping the blood on the grass. I slipped it back into my pocket. He curled up into the fetal position, gripping his side. He'd be dead in a couple hours if he didn't get that fixed up. I ran off back to the front of the store, grabbed my bag, and I was off, yet again.
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