Hi everyone!! It's been a while since I've posted or updated really anything. And I'd like to say that I've been using the little break to work on some stories for everyone but it'd be a lie. Though I do have many story ideas and I've been working hard to get the first chapter of each done so I can see what everyone is interested in. After Third Times the Charm which I wrote so extensively only to get a few comments I really want to write what others will read. So please comment if you wish for me to continue.

Also for those of you that followed both 'Coming Home' and 'Settlement of the Traveler' those stories are both under reconstruction and should be back on the site in a full reconstruction within the month of January. I don't know yet if I'll just be editing what is already up or re posting the stories entirely. So please keep an eye out for that as well. And since this isn't a blog but a story I must remind myself to shut up and allow you to read, haha. So here you are my newest possible story 'The Runaway's Daughter' I hope you enjoy and for more updates on everything going on please visit my profile. (:

The Runaway's Daughter

Prologue

"Leila get over here!"

My head perked up at the odd tone in my boss's voice. "Yes Mr.-"

"Shut you're trap girl and some take a look at this!" his pudgy fingers waved me over hastily his eyes fixed on the screen above him. "I don't believe this…" he murmured and I had to scoot closer to him to make out fuzzy picture.

In was the news channel something I'd never liked to pay much attention too, every time I did it had never brought me good news. So and so was robbed, mugged, raped there was there no rest for peace in this world? If there was it wouldn't be on the news I'll tell you that. I found it irritating irrational and most of all tainted! There were good things in the world too! So why didn't we hear about those on the news? Because sick people find this load of crap more interesting that's why…

On the screen the cameras surrounded an old alley street, which made my internal self cringe at the sight. Its funny cameras really picked up the old place differently then memory served... "Five were found severely wounded one killed, witnesses reports say that it seemed like a gang fight up against this woman Aja Kinsley."

"She wouldn't have," I gasped my mother's face flashing up on the screen and my eyes closed allowing the newscasters voice to engulf me. Damn women I swear…

"Others suspected in the fights are Doug Galt, Jayden Price and Ryan Draft. Information is still limited as we look more into the situation. Now we take you over to Ted for this morning's weather."

I took a deep breath, this hadn't been the first time I'd seen my mother's face up on a television screen but this by far was the worst. One dead…? God what had she gotten herself into? My mother isn't a bad person, but bad luck did seem to follow her quiet well. She'd run away from home at an early age, and though I didn't know much about it I knew that her parents weren't people she held high in respect.

My father I knew of scarcely I used to live with him and my mother but they never got along well… looking back now I knew the only reason they tried to work it out was for me… Their break-up didn't go well to say the least, and it was the first time I'd even seen my mother in a newspaper article. 'Young Parents Bloody Fight Over Four-Year Old.'

She was a strong woman, well learned in many things but she was not wise. I'd go as far to say she was rather insane at times; life had been hard on her and I did my best to understand that. She tried hard to provide for me and for that I was very grateful but days like today well…

"I should p robably go and see her," I turned to Mr. Baits slowly only to receive a small nod in recognition. I was seventeen and although I lived with my mother I did a lot to provide for both of us, including waitressing at Mr. Baits little restaurant at the corner of fifty-sixth street. He does a lot for me but you barley needed eyes to see he didn't approve of my mother's influence.

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"YOU WHAT?" I yelled in disbelief the woman in front of me her figure cowering slightly at my voice. The small hospital room barley provided my privacy as cops were lining the hallways and exits just a door away.

"Oh hush you know-"my mother tried to protest but my lip curling at her shaking my head.

"They think you killed him, Ma! What in the world do you have to say for yourself, who are you- YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A JOB." I said my eyes wide, and she had to grab my arm to silence me. Though I should shut up I didn't lower my voice, "I mean they have to know you're innocent you-"

"Leila!" My mother growled pulling me down to her level her eyes flashing. "It's impossible to prove me innocent, get that out of your head right now!"

"What?" I gasped trying my best to keep my voice low, "you mean-"

"Yes but it was defense I swear he-"

"This is serious! Do you have any idea what they'll-"

"They're going to throw me in jail, I know that already. But you have to understand it wasn't homicide like they're making it out to be they-"

"Well you're going to need a damn good lawyer for any judge to believe that! You didn't hear the cops out there or even the nurses Mom I can't believe-"

My Mom leaned back on the hospital bed the paper beneath her crumpling, "we need money…" she whispered her eyes rising up to the ceiling like a silent prayer. I'd just graduated from school, but for reasons I'd rather not explain we were still in debt for the private school expenses. Mom had gone jobless weeks ago, and my jobs at Baits just barely covered our food expenses we might as well count her dead already!

"Well I don't know how that's going to happen," I hissed. "We'd have to steal to get that money. Grovel on the ground hear me, damn it women why don't you think before you act!" Loads wouldn't even work with our income, and I'd been damned to take it thinking I could pay that off. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to afford college either!

"Don't speak to me that way girl!" she hissed though I had to admit I was surprised I hadn't been hit for that. Swiveling in the chair impatiently I tried to weigh up this situation, when I realized the dazed look on my mother's face.

"What in the all that is good in the world are you thinking?"

"Leila I need to ask you a favor…"