Warm tears were streaming down my face. The salty liquid wouldn't stop coming out of my eyes. I had been crying for the past hour. I was done with my dad's physical abuse and my mom's mental abuse. Different thoughts were going through my head. Stay here to endure even more abuse? No. Kill myself to end it all? Not an option. I had too much to live for. Run away? Yes, that was it.
I wiped away my tears and walked to the door. I pressed my ear against the door, listening for any sign of my parent's being up. There was none. Very quietly, I went to my closet and took out my school bag. I emptied the bag out and filled it with clothing and other necessities. The only thing I needed now was my money. Quickly I went over to my mattress and pushed it over. Over the years I saved up a little over a thousand dollars from birthdays and various jobs I did. The only thing I needed to do now was get out of this house without my mom or dad waking up.
Opening my door, I slowly walked out of my bedroom and made my way to the stairs. I could hear my dads loud snores coming from his room. Looking toward their room I felt a pang of sadness hit me. It hurt to know that they would do nothing when they found out I had left. They would probably feel like a huge burden was lifted off of their shoulders. I loved them but they didn't return those feelings. Tears wanted to spill out of my eyes again, but I wouldn't let them. I made a promise to myself at that moment, I would never cry because of them again. Tearing my eyes away from their door, I ran down the stairs and left the house. The only thing I could do was keep running. I needed to get as far away as possible from them.
I had run so much my sides were starting to cramp up. In need of rest, I decided to start walking and look for a hotel or at least a bench to spend the night. I wasn't paying attention of where I was going, too busy looking for a place, that I ended up bumping into someone. Our bodies collided and I was sent to the ground, landing on my butt.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying atte-,"
"No don't apologize, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I was thinking so much that I wasn't looking at where I was going," I said all of this in one breath, my voice faltering at the end. I still hadn't looked up to see who I had bumped into. The only thing I could tell you about the guy was that he wore red converse.
"Are you ok? You look a bit troubled," the strangers voice sounded genuinely concerned.
At this point I decided to stand up off the ground. The guy helped me up. Once I was up I gave him a good look. He had a mess of brown curls on top of his head, green eyes and a young face. He looked around my age, seventeen.
"No, I'm not. I just ran away from home and have nowhere to go," the words spilled out of my mouth. Why did I just tell him that? It's not like he would care about my problems. His face turned into one of worry.
"Come with me love. You can stay with me."
It was then I realized he wasn't from around here, he had a British accent. He didn't look like he could hurt me so I went with him. Normally I would have said no, but I was in need of a place. Holding on to my hand we walked a few blocks on the sidewalk until we got to a hotel. It was a luxurious looking hotel. So this guy had money.
"I don't think I told you my name. I'm Harry." We were now in front of the door to his room.
"I'm Gielle," I spoke quietly. We were now inside the hotel room. It was very spacious. There was one bed and a sofa. I left my backpack by the door and sat next to Harry on the sofa.
We sat there looking at each other until he finally spoke. "I know we don't know each other at all but do you want to tell me what happened?" He was right we didn't know each other but for some reason I felt like I could trust him. He gave me a feeling of safety and that's something I haven't felt for the longest time, I needed to feel secure. I told him everything from the beginning. How my parent's abused me, didn't love me, how lonely I was. He listened. That's all I needed him to do.
When I finished telling him everything, tears threatened to fall from my eyes. I shut my eyes tight so they wouldn't come out. The promise I made earlier was something I would not break. Harry scooted closer to me on the sofa and hugged me.
"You can take the bed Gielle. I'll sleep here on the sofa. We can continue talking tomorrow morning" With that being said I went to the bathroom to change into my pajamas. When I came out Harry was nowhere to be found. I guess he went out for a bit. I turned all the lights off and got in bed, hoping for a better tomorrow.
"Harry you can't just bring in a random girl form the street into your room. For all we know she could be a murderer."
"Zayn be quiet you'll wake her. She's not a murderer, her name is Gielle. She ran away because of her parent's. I'm glad I helped her."
"Harry we leave today for New York. You do realize we're on tour right? You have to take her back to her parent's she probably had a small fight with them over something stupid."
"No! She can't go back there. Gielle's coming on tour with us. Don't argue with me over it. The decision is final."
"Fucking hell Harry!"
I heard the door slam, the guy named Zayn had left. Their voices had woken me up, but I didn't want to interrupt their conversation. I pretended I was still sleeping but now that he had left it was a good idea for me to wake up. Harry wanted me to go with him to New York, on tour. He was in a band? There were many questions I wanted to ask him. I kicked the covers off of me and stretched making a lot of noise so he would know I was awake. I wanted him to speak first.
Harry turned around from the television and gave me a smile.
"You're up. I hope I didn't wake you." I shook my head no. He didn't need to know that he did in fact wake me, it was irrelevant.
"Gielle we need to talk. After what you told me last night, I can't let you go. I feel that I need to be there for you, protect you. No one deserves what you went through. I want you to come on tour with me. My band and I are touring the states for a couple months. Please say yes, I can't leave you behind."
I gave him a blank stare. He couldn't be serious. I never knew anything outside of Virginia. His friend Zayn didn't seem to like me but he didn't even know me. What if the rest of his band was the same as Zayn? Then again I needed out. I couldn't stay in this town any longer. I nodded my head, saying yes. Harry let out a sigh of relief and gave me a big smile. I reciprocated the smile and give him a hug.
"We have a show at the venue down the street tonight and then we head out to New York straight after, for our next show. I'll leave you here to change. Meet me at the lobby in fifteen minutes so you can meet the rest of the boys." He walked out leaving me on my own. I was hoping they weren't like Zayn.