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I had been running for two years. Running from my mistakes, all the wrongs I had made what I had done to the people I was supposed to care about.

I didn't have a home anymore I lived in cheap motels, most of the time if I was lucky enough to have the money to pay for them. Otherwise I lived in abandoned storage rooms with only a crate as my bed.

Right now I was walking down a closed off alley trying to find my client, I had to do any job I could get to make some form of a living. This job was a standard one and not something I was proud about doing, people would pay me a few hundred pounds to acquire certain objects for them.

Turning down a bend in the alley I saw the man who had hired me sitting on a skip legs swinging slightly.

"Finally what took you I have to be home soon" the man asked as he jumped from the skip snatching the bag I held in my hand. Opening it he checked to make sure it was what he wanted "unlike you I actually have a home with people I care for waiting for me there" closing the bag he started walking off. I grabbed his shoulder turning him around.

"My money" I held out my hand. Digging his hand into his pocket he pulled out a wad of money dropping it into my hand.

"As we agreed 200, you can count it if you want it's all there" with that he left leaving me to count my money.

I wandered down a few streets trying to decide on whether or not I should go back to that sleazy motel I was staying in for the night. Eventually cold and hunger won over the want to earn more money to get a decent room and I started making my way back home.

I didn't like that I was running, I didn't like what I did to survive but I had to. There was nothing else I could do; I could never face my friends again. I didn't even know if they considered me a friend anymore, I wouldn't if I were them.

Passing a string of houses I couldn't help myself I looked in the windows, I saw families sitting on their couch's watching the TV. Every home I looked into had families all huddled together blankets around them watching a movie or a reality show. It felt like they were mocking me with their simple contempt, mocking that I no longer had that.

I walked to the street that my motel was on the neon lights on the front standing out on the black background. Many of the lights had long burnt out making the place look even more down run than it already did. Christmas lights were still decorating the place from the past year, numerous birds using the wires as roosting spots.

Reaching the red painted door that was mine for the night I pushed the broken door open one of the hinges separated from the door frame as the door creaked open. With the newly broken door I couldn't close the door fully.

I left it open a crack, which wasn't so bad as a draft managed to work its way through cooling the boiling room, that was so hot because whoever had the room before had broken the radiator.

Dropping my wad of money on the lopsided drawer I pulled off my homemade cloak, throwing it onto the bed.

"Maybe I should go back? They might be worried" I started muttering to myself as I opened the mini fridge which had died long ago. "Or they could have forgotten about me" with a dejected sigh I shut the empty fridge flopping down on the mildly comfortable bed "what am I talking about they will have, it's been two years"

Rolling onto my side I closed my eyes which were burning from lack of sleep. Before I did fall asleep though I opened an eye a fraction. I looked at the digital clock on the miniature drawer by the bed, it read 2:36. "Another late night another early morning" I allowed myself a small smile before I fell into a light sleep.

The short sharp beeps from my alarms pulled me from the peaceful sleep my body wanted to stay in. Letting out a slight annoyed moan I opened my eyes to see the flashing lights of my alarm constantly flickering the time in my face 5:30. Switching off the noise I pushed myself up rubbing my eyes which were heavy from wanting to sleep.

I changed into clean clothes not bothering with a shower as the water in the motel was a murky brown. Looking around the room I saw the small pile of clothes I had in the corner on a wicker chair. I didn't trust putting my clothes in the drawers as they were mostly rotten on the inside, the only part which was somewhat stable was the top and that I still didn't want to use too much.

The cheap phone I had bought for work vibrated on the miniature drawer, indicating that someone else wanted my skills for a job, and my guess was that it wasn't exactly in line with the law. Picking up the solid black phone I flicked it open seeing an unregistered number flash on the screen. Pressing the button which would allow me to read the message I waited for it to load.

What I saw almost made me drop the phone. On the screen the message read 'Shun come back. We don't hold any grudges, it wasn't your fault. Dan'

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