The Run Away

I heard the sirens of the police car.

I could hear them nearing me as the ringing ran through my ears.

I hurried and got my bag full of items I would need to survive out there and ran as fast as I could. I had already been picked up by the police for stealing once, and I could not go again. Because I was on my last strike, and if I got caught again then it was off to jail. Finally, I found an ally and dropped to the ground to wait for the police to pass by. Once they were gone, I went to go find a place to set up camp. Let me explain who I am, the names Alex, but people who used to know me called me Ally because it was more 'girly'. I lived with my parents 'til I was sixteen, and then I had to leave. They were always fighting and hitting each other... I lived on the bad part of the neighborhood in a small town called Huntsville. But none of that seemed to matter nowadays.

I got all of my stuff and snuck out of my window. Now, I'm seventeen- and sitting on a bench in a park waiting for someone to drop food in the trashcan next to me- so I can eat. I haven't eaten in four days now and I am starving. It feels like my stomach is chewing on my insides. I checked my pockets, but it didn't matter how far I dug into them, I had no money. I had only four pairs of clothing (all of which were dirty) and I wished I had grabbed more than that, even if it was hard to carry. I looked in my bag to see if I had any mints, or anything to make my breathe smell better, but found nothing. I saw a store just above a hill and figured I could go in and steal some candy or something to last me for a few days.

As I walked in I saw about ten people at the most in the store, most toward the front. I saw my chance, and snagged it with no time to waist. So I went to the food isle and shoved as much food and bottled water I could fit in my bag. Once I walked out, an alarm went off. I did the first thing that came to mind- I ran as fast as I could. I dodged people walking there dogs at night, waiting for the alarm to go off and drift away into the air. Then i would know it was safe to stay out. But me, being the clumsy person I am, tripped over a rock and almost fell. Right when I tripped up, I braced myself for the fall. It didn't happen, and I looked up and starred into beautiful blue eyes.

''Are you okay?'' he asked me. I brushed myself off and looked back at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Well, I'm Jack, and you are?''

I looked right at him and said, "Um... my name's Alex but everyone calls me ally..."

"That's a beautiful name. Now why were you in such a rush?"

"Well I can't really explain, I gotta go..." I said, looking back to the store to find people wandering around looking for the bandit they would never find. Because I was quick, I knew what I was doing. And they'd be looking for a long time, in search of someone that was wiped from the face of the earth.

''Maybe we could talk again tomorrow?" he said, smiling. I could see it. That gleam of hope and spark of fire, but we could never meet again. Ever.

"Um, I don't know...'' I replied, wipping around to see him, dark hair hitting my face.

"Do you have a cell phone?" he asked, fumbling for something in his pocket.

"No, sorry... But listen, I really have to get going before I get- you know what, never mind. I'll se you around Jack, bye." I stepped aside him, walking faster than I needed to, feeling blue eyes staring at me all the way down the side walk. After that strange encounter, I went to find a place to sleep. I walked a ways further, dropping to the cold wet cement. I dropped my bags to my sides, leaning on them as a pillow. When I awoke, I expected to see trees and people talking and laughing, but I found myself starring at white walls.

I shot up quickly, breathing scarcely. I was laying on a couch. Where am I? I jumped up, scared. I had no clue how I ended up here. I started to run out the door but someone grabbed me. "LET GO OF ME YOU CREEP!"

"Its me, Jack. Just stop freaking out and sit down... please," he added, and he released my upper arm gently. I stumbled back, turning to fall back onto the couch. I looked behind me and saw jack standing there so I calmed down a little and sat down.

"Where's my stuff?" I asked, eyes growing wide. I looked around, leaning up to look over the couch. But I found empty space. I turned back to him, glaring at him. You stole it, didn't you?

He seemed to have read my mind, chuckling lightly at my stance. "Calm down, it's right there. I saw you sleeping under a tree after our encounter and I couldn't just leave you there, so I brought you to my apartment. I wanted you to stay here until you woke up," he said, staring at me. I relaxed, hands falling into my lap. I had to repay him somehow right?

"Oh, wel, um... thanks. But I gotta go," I said, standing up slightly.

"Wait! Where do you have to go?'' he asked much too quickly for me to be comfortable. He looked worried, and he stood up as quick as the hairs on the back of my neck. Bit I couldn't stay here...

"Well, I have to go find more food... and supplies for me."

''Wait, you live on the streets? How old are you?"

I debated on whether to tell him, I didn't trust him. But no harm, no foul. So I went ahead and told him. ''I'm seventeen."

''Why on earth are you living on the street when you're this young?!" he asked, raising his voice. I figured he couldn't be much older, he didn't look it anyways. And why the hell did he care about me? I was just some bum he ran into, right after I stole too.

"I ran away a year ago... from my folks, and this is where I am now." I stated, raising my eyebrows when he stared at me long and hard. I waited for him to speak, and it felt like eternity before words passed his lips.

''Well, don't you want to stay one more night? At least, I bet I could help you- to find a job and apartment- if you actually would let me." he stammered, tripping up on his own words when he looked at my expresion. But I wasn't angry, or scared of him. I was just shocked.

"That's the thing... I don't let people help me. Because I don't need help," I started, getting up from my spot on the sofa. When he stood as well, trying to each out for me I snapped, blowing up in his face. "And you listen to me when I say: I DON'T NEED HELP!" I yelled, tearing my arm away from his hand.

''Woah, okay! I just wanted to at least try and help you!" He yelled back, furrowing his eyebrows. I could already feel the tension rising, as if you could grab it.

I laughed, right in his face. He stepped back, away from me much to my amazement. My laughter grew, and I shook my head furiously. "Well, you tried, but no thank you. Now, if you would be so kind as to excuse me, I need to get back to my tree and try to find food," I said, stepping side to side as he blocked my path. I pushed him softly, stepping past him with much grace if I do say so myself. You have to make a good exit, right?

''Wait! Here's my number, call me if you ever need anything...'' he said, reaching into his jeans and pulling out a piece of paper.

"BU-" I started, but he cut me off before I formed the word completely.

''Shh! I said: if you ever needed anything. I'm not forcing you, just giving you an option," he said, walking to retrieve my bags from a closet. I would have found them on my own, but it was nice of him to save me the trouble of ransacking his apartment. He shoved them into my chest, being as friendly as possible in his situation. I wonder what you're thinking... But no, no time to worry about him. I took the bags, smiling non too friendly at him before sauntering to the doorstep.

''Fine... well, bye," I said, turning the knob. I heard the door creak open, and I spun around when he replied.

''Bye ally," he said, waving. But his smile was real. I rolled my blue eyes, stepping out into the early sunlight. I spun back around, taking the door with me. And just like that, I was gone.

I hoped you liked this chapter, I'll be posting soon! R&R if you want, it's greatly needed and gives me motivation to write.