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Run…Run Far Away From Here

21-year-old mother, Evelyn, slammed the door. She was crying, blood streaming from her cheeks where he had thrown glass at her. How could she have been so blind? How could she have thought that he, a successful and rich businessman could have loved a naïve 18-year-old enough to marry her? She was only an outlet that he vented his lust onto.

She threw open the door to her son's room. The young boy, with big brown eyes and spiky black hair, who always slept with his cap on, immediately started from the bed when he heard the door slam against the wall.

"Mommy?" he asked.

"Sh," she said. "Honey, you're going far away from here." She scooped him from the covers and held him, cradled in her arms. "You're going to a close friend of Mommy's, okay?"

"Evelyn!" her husband called.

Evelyn swore under her breath.

"Mommy said a bad word!" the little boy said.

"Bad words are meant for bad things," Evelyn said, ducking into her son's closet.

"Jessie!" her husband screamed. "Where is Evelyn?"

"Sh-She hasn't b-been through here," 11-year-old Jessie, the maid, stuttered. Jessie was terrified of her employer. The only factor that her family had little money kept her from quitting. "Sh-She might be in th-the gardens."

Evelyn's husband, cursing out drunkenly, thumped through the kitchen and slammed the back door.

Making sure that he had indeed left the house, Evelyn made out from the closet and tore down the hall.

She ran straight into Jessie.

"Oh my God, Jessie, are you okay?" Evelyn balanced her son on one arm and helped up her maid with her free hand.

"Yes, I'm fine," Jessie said. "Where are you going?"

"It's too dangerous to convey that information now. Just remember, I never came through here, okay?"

"Evelyn!" The terrifying sound of a door slamming turned their heads to the archway that led into the kitchen. To their horror, Evelyn's husband was standing there.

"Quick!" Jessie shoved Evelyn towards the front door. "Run! Run far away from here!"

Evelyn sprinted towards the front door, slammed it open, and ran.

"You insolent brat!" Evelyn heard her husband scream. The resounding scream and thump told her that he had hit Jessie over the head and, most likely, caused her some brain damage.

Evelyn ran straight into the Pallet Town Forest, dodging tress and sidestepping around bushes. Thumps behind her told that he was after her. She forced herself to run harder until she heard nobody behind her.

Delia heard knockings on the front door. She got up from the small memorial she had built up in remembrance of her late husband, Nathan. "Coming, coming," she said, opening the front door.

She gasped. "Evelyn!"

Evelyn was muddied and dirtied, dried blood on her face and tears falling from her eyes. "Please, take him!" Evelyn thrust her son into Delia's hands. "I can't keep him in his father's house! There's no telling how long he'd survive there!"

Delia held the sleeping boy against her. She knew all about Evelyn's evil husband. "Will you be staying, Evelyn?"

"Now, I can't risk putting you in danger. From now on, any contact with me had been severed. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Delia said. "Just remember that you are and always will be my best friend."

"I know that and I thank you for it." She hugged Delia before kissing her sleeping son's forehead. "Good-bye, little one. Love Delia as you would've loved me." She looked up at Delia. "I suggest you change his name. You must make it seem as if I have never been here."

"Evelyn!"

"That's him!" Evelyn's face as struck with fear. "I have to go!" She ruffled her son's hair one last time before her departure. "Good-bye!" she called as she ran from the front steps. "Take care of my son!"

On the way back to her house, she met up with her husband. Unfeelingly, he grabbed her by the neck and strangled her to death, before discarding her body in the river and returning to his home in Viridian.

"Now, let's see," Delia said, lying the little boy on the couch. "You need a name that will suit you." She went down a long list of names, but none seemed good for her best friend's son.

Giving up, Delia turned to watch the fire. Groaning, she saw that some of the ashes had fallen onto the floor.

As she got her broom, an idea struck her. The perfect name!

"I know what I will name you, little one," Delia informed the sleeping child. "Ash. Yes, I name you Ash."

Well, that's chapter one. This is not a one-shot deal. There will be more chapters. I would love it greatly if you REVIEW this, and check out my biography for my other stories.