Here's my new fic. It does deal with the isea of abuse. I don't own anything.
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I just kept running. I had no idea where I was going, to be honest I don't care. I just know I can't stay here. Not now anyway. It happened for the last time. I was finally brave enough to stop it, only now I had to get as far away as possible. I was majorly fucked, in a nutshell. I just kept running and running, along the highway, fuck the bikeways this was important. I need to get away, quickest way to get away, hitchhiking. I know the stories, hitchhiker gets in car, never seen again. I'm not a retard, I just can't afford to stay this close to him, I mean who knows when he'll come after me. And at this hour of the night the two trips on my bus ticket are useless. I couldn't run to my mother, she made it clear she never wants to see me again. I couldn't ring anyone, no I was too damn proud to do that. This was it. I was alone, stuck trying to get anywhere but here.
I stuck my thumb out for the god only knows the number of times I've stuck it out tonight, but this time it was different, headlights got closer, and the car slowed. Ride with a stranger, or die, what would you choose? A tinted window wound down.
"You know the way to the city?" You've gotta be shitting me, I am fucking going to die and you want directions. Ok so I can't say that, this is the first car to actually stop.
"Sure, you through the next two roundabouts and follow the road." I was about to continue but…
"Quick then, get in. This fucking map reader s saying once at the CBD. But clearly we aren't there yet."
"Umm ok, well how about I tell you when to turn, if I say nothing, keep going straight. Where are you headed anyway?"
"The entertainment centre." I nodded.
"Wrestling fans?" I was listening to the radio and it had and it had some contest to meet some steroid abusing knucklehead from the WWE tonight.
"Something like that." I just nodded, not really caring, I figure as long as I'm not here he might not figure looking out at fucking Boondall.
Have you ever felt like someone was watching you? Have you ever felt that more than once? I looked at the people in the car with me. There was the driver, a frantic looking stress ridden guy, brunette fairly long hair, black shirt, cargo pants. Not looking that special. Then there's the passengers in the back. A chick and a guy. The chick had medium length blonde hair with a clearly dyed strip of pink through it. She was wearing a baggy pair of jeans and a tight, and I meant tight broncos jersey, strange really, I mean if you're gonna wear the jersey you should at least know how to get to the city. The guy had really green eyes, god knows what colour hair he had in this lighting, crappy street lights, it was like a traffic light or something. He was wearing all green, standing out like a Martian. I tried not to laugh as I turned around. Yet still they all looked at me, I must've been the entertainment for the night.
"What?!" I snapped, seriously do they have to watch me all the damn time?
"Nothing" the brunette said. Yea, I stare at random people all the fucking time for no reason.
"I was just wondering" As the other guy, maybe he'd have something to say. "Why were you hitchhiking?" Ok, anything but that would be great.
"I've got a better question. Why'd you pick me up?"
"We were kind of in a hurry, and we needed your help" Yea, and pigs fly.
"That's what servos are for"
"if you must know, you looked petrified, we are just trying to help you" The chick is honest…at least.
"Help you escape" Great, I'm as transparent as the fucking air around me. I'm really starting to not like the guy in the back.
"I really look that bad?" No one answered, should've seen that coming, I mean what'd I expect…'no you look worse' how retarded is that question. I lowered my head in shame.
"Hey, come on, cheer up, I mean whatever you were…umm leaving…must be worth it right?" Here's to hoping.
"Jeff, shut up" The driver hissed. I shook my head.
"No. He's right. Thanks you lot, it means more than you know getting me out of there."
"It's fine. Now where are you going? Maybe after we wrestle we can take you somewhere."
"You wrestle?" I asked…without thinking really. My question was directed towards the brunette, but open for anyone to answer.
"Umm yea, kind of" the blond answered. "Ashley" She said introducing herself. Great I'm surrounded by three people who bash the shit out of other steroid freaks for a living…at least these guys don't look too bad, they seem like they could be human…well Ashley's boobs mightn't be.
"Jeff" The guy in the back added. How do I answer that? Hey guys, I'm Annalisa, I'm running away from my family…how about no…come on girly, come up with a new name quick. I'll use my friends name, they'll never remember it anyway.
"Elliane" I said extending my hand to the backseat.
"And the guy driving is Matt" Ashley added.
"Elaine?" Jeff asked. God, I know how much Ell hated being called Elaine.
"No, L-E-Arn" I sounded out my best friend's name. Matt nodded in understanding, but Jeff shook his head. "What? What's wrong with my name?"
"You just, you don't look like Elliane, that's all." Good work Lisa, use a name from your half Indian friend, yea, you look Indian, with your Scottish and Greek heritage.
"What am I meant to say to that? Sorry, that's a fake name?" sarcasm coating my voice.
"Yea, that's good." Ass
"Ok then, almighty name giver, what prey tell is my name?"
"Where were you born?" Why do you wanna know?
"Sydney" What, I'm not gonna lie more than once, ok I might.
"Where were your parents born?"
"Greece and Scotland"
"Ok some progress, you're Greek and Scottish" Thank you Mr state the obvious.
"Are they hippies?"
"No" I answered bluntly. I hate, I mean like hate with a passion talking about my parents…wouldn't you? I think the Ashley chick picked up on that because she very indiscreetly told Jeff to stop, using arms actions…it's a funny sight. She stopped when I laughed. Jeff didn't.
"What year were you born in?"
"1990"
"I've got it" This oughta be good, I mean come on he looks like a professor, hand in front of face…priceless.
"Princess Conswaula Bananahammock" Yea, alright, way to quote friends.
"Oh hell no! I am not being named after a guys g-banger." I said. Matt and Ashley laughed.
"Fine then, your name is" He pondered…I wonder what he'll come up with. "Annabel" Shit that's pretty close.
"I can live with that."
"So Elliane-
"Annabel" Jeff interjected. Ashley laughed.
"Annabel" Matt repeated with emphasis. "Is there anywhere you want us to take you after our show?"
"Fiji" Wishful fucking thinking.
"Sorry, can't take you there, we are going to Sydney tomorrow afternoon though" Jeff said. Sydney…as in another state? Hell yea.
"I can deal with that" They can't be serious.
"You're fine with being dumped in a random city?" No Matt, I said it because I would rather die.
"You wanna turn up here." I said as we neared the exit. Matt turned then asked the question again…great he wants an answer.
"You want to be in the middle-left lane" I said, pointing so he understood.
"Thanks, now answer the question." Fucking persistent bugger aint he.
"Yea, I'll be fine, I'd just walk to my Nan's place."
"She lives in Sydney?"
"Tuena" It's not a lie, they just don't need to know where it is. Why am I even talking about this…it's not like they're serious or anything.
"Where?" Tuena…dumbass.
"It's close enough to Sydney" Now shut up and drive Matt.
"How close" You seriously want me to dive out of this car don't ya.
"Half a day's drive"
"And you're going to walk" That'd be the plan.
"Sure, good exercise." Ok, so if it happened, I'd probably never make it to Nan's, but they don't need to know that. I might though, it's not like Nanny's like my mother, just thinking that she gave birth to that monstrosity scares me.
"Elliane –
"Annabel" Jeff interrupted…again. God that's starting to get annoying.
"Would you like to say my sentence for me Jeff?" Matt snapped, half turned to face the man behind me. The conversation between the two was funny, but it seemed like they'd had it before. Matt responded to the instructions coming from the GPS.
"Fine" Jeff answered…this oughta be good. "Elizabeth, what kind of people would we be to ditch you in an unfamiliar city, alone, to walk a half day's drive?" Jeff said, imitating the way he perceived Matt. I laughed.
"Seriously though" Matt said, this isn't funny anymore.
"People who don't need to care about a seventeen year old girl who has no one and nothing." I said turning towards the middle of the car. I guess that last punch I received was starting to show. Yea, I was getting a lovely bruise on the right side of my head. Fucking great. Ashley gasped, Jeff reached forward and touched it…why would you touch a bruise…kinda stupid don't ya think. I flinched, that fucker hurt, but the flinch made me turn back to the front, where Matt turned slightly to look at it. Great, the questions start in 3…2…1…
"Is this what you're running from?" No, I was running from the bogeyman. That's funny, I might say that. Oh shit, say something you look like a fucking retard now. I'll stay quiet yea, that'll work.
"So that's a yes" My lap was starting to get real interesting right about now. I know I'm being obvious but I couldn't really hide much could I, I mean there's a fucking huge bruise covering half my face. But I still wasn't gonna answer. So that's what I did, stayed quiet. Jeff must've got the idea where it was going because he leaned forward and put a hand on my shoulder. It would've been nice…if it didn't hurt like a bitch, but I couldn't say anything, he was trying.
"If you ever want to talk, just come find me ok?" I nodded. I was lying through body language, but still. I kept my head down…and stayed extremely quiet the rest of the trip. When we got to the entertainment centre, and Matt practically dragged me inside, I dug through my bag to find my phone. I needed to talk to the real Elliane.