Book About Running Away Novels & Stories

My heart let out an ache. Cupping her chin, I tilt it up. “I should never have done that. I shouldn't have run away.” I stopped, the rest of the words hitting the back of my throat. The images in my head again. “When I was sixteen, I ran away from home. I was on the street for months.” The agony hit me again, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Warmth flooded through me the moment she held onto my palms. “You don't have to tell me if you—”

But we were already gone. I forced myself to keep calm, my eyes locked on the road as I weaved through the narrow, winding streets leading back toward the city. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to go faster, to put as much distance as possible between Evan and us. But I knew I had to stay focused, to get us home safely. As I drove, James looked up at me with a mixture of confusion and concern. “Mummy… why did we run away leaving Daddy? Why are we going away from him?” he asked, his small voice breaking through the silence.

Letisha Hearst - Carter “Are you going somewhere far away, miss?” The driver asked after he dropped me off at the airport. Both of us peered at my pieces of luggage plus I am carrying this backpack behind my back as if I truly ran away from home. The thing is, I am really going somewhere far. I am running away from my married life, most especially my husband whom I loved dearly. I called a cab a while ago after packing my things in a flash. That is one of my greatest talents that only a few people know.

'What are you going to do? "Run," I said, staring down at the pile of money. "Three years. I've saved enough. Time to find somewhere new."

He was already testing the boundaries and breaking the walls I had carefully built around my life. Rolda's eyes narrowed. "You can't let him do this, Jessy. You need a plan," she mentioned, her eyes flickering through the message. "I know," I said quietly,my voice low that I would barely hear myself. My voice was calm, but my mind was sprinting a mile a minute. "I had escaped him once. I could do it again," I whispered softly. The moment I decided to return to New York, I knew it wasn't going to be an easy side. But I was ready and I knew I needed to be smarter.

My palm tore open on the metal, blood smearing along it. The second my feet hit the ground, there was a crash from above. My door had been kicked in. "Quinn!" His roar tore through the rain. I didn't look back. I just ran. Rain stabbed into my eyes, and I couldn't keep them open. Behind me, he was screaming my name like a man losing his mind. I cleared the gate and threw myself into a taxi parked at the curb. "Drive." The car cut through the rain. I leaned back against the seat, shaking from the cold and the fear.

But I stopped her. She is acting Eleanor Infront of the crowd. I turned and looked at everyone. When I saw pity in Mom,Amy, Noah's eyes I turned back at them.Ignoring Everyone shout I ran away. My tears clouded my vision. I ran away to escape from this pain. I ran away to escape from their pity eyes. I ran away to escape from the truth of my birth. I ran away to escape from my pathetic life. I felt like drowning in river. I can't able to breath.

Not with him. Grabbing my favorite hoodie and the picture of Mom and me at the park last summer, I stuffed them into my backpack and zipped it up. I took a deep breath and stood up, my legs feeling wobbly. I had never run away before, but I had no choice. I couldn’t stay in this house, not after what I heard. I tiptoed to my window and peeked outside. It was already dark, and the wind was making the tree branches scratch against the glass. I gulped. The night was scary, but not as scary as staying here with Dad.

It has no idea how close it is to losing me. And this time, when I leave, I won’t be dragged. I’ll walk. ** Running, I learn, is not a single decision. It is a thousand small ones stacked carefully on top of each other, each chosen so quietly that no one notices the weight shifting until the floor is already gone beneath them. Emma and I do not speak of escape out loud at first. Walls listen here. Doors remember. Even shadows have loyalties. So we plan in pieces. The first piece is observation.

"I'm not running away from my responsibilities.I'm running to them. There's nothing negative about running away to save my life." -Joseph Heller- *** I need to run away from here. The sound of his breathing was loud enough to be heard from meters away, no matter how hard he tried to run, the other sound of wolves howling and strong paws stomping against the ground in marching rhythm was ever so close.