FREAKS FOR DADDIES

~☆~☆~☆ Prologue PT 1 ~☆~☆~☆

My feet barely touch the ground as I run, pain radiates throughout me and I bite back the screams as I run through the streets practically naked. 

Stopping at the door I knock, and watch as it opens, her eyes widen, and I see every emotion flood through her as I collapse into her arms. She says nothing, just helps me into her small apartment. I watch as she runs around and packs a bag.

No words need to be spoken, she knows right now I need to escape, and that is what she is doing. I watch as she places the bags by the door, the knocking as me trying to run and hide, her head shakes, and I watch as she helps me through to another room. 

Standing, I listen, hearing her unlock the door. My body pushes against the door I am behind trying to use it as a shield but also hear what is said.

"Where is she?" 

I feel sickness rise hearing his voice. 

"Max, it is like 4 am! I haven't seen her in months, if you lost her, I suggest you look elsewhere not wake me up." Her words are stern.

"Come on, I know this is where she would have ran, tell her to get out here." His voice is menacing. 

"She hasn't, Max the last time we spoke we fell out. She hasn't contacted me in months! So, actually, when you do see her, tell her I said goodbye, as I am moving on with my life." Her words are like a dagger through the heart.

She won't mean it, I know she won't, but still, she is right. What I did was disgusting, but Max made me. I hear him sigh and close my eyes praying he accepts her response.

"Check with her dad." Her words have my eyes widening.

"No thanks, I will find her, don't mention anything to him." 

I hear the door close after his words, the light knocking on the door telling me he has gone.

"It's safe, give it five minutes and we leave." I listen to her words and hear the lights switch off. I know she is trying to make it look like she is in bed, sitting on the floor I wait. Unsure of how long passes by before she knocks again.

Getting up I follow her out, sitting in the car we don't talk as she drives, further and further away.

"Hospital first, you report it this time. We will sleep there until I find us somewhere." Her words are soothing, and I want to say I feel safe, but I don't. I can't stop checking every car that comes behind us, just in case it is him. 

I don't feel like I can ever run far enough away. I sleep for the better part of the journey, my body hurting, and I wish I had cleaned and changed at hers, but her words when I tried were right.

If I do, I am washing away every bit of evidence, so I don't, instead, I stay covered in blood, ripped clothes and shoeless, more because her shoes would fall from me if I even tried to wear them.