Book About Running Away Novels & Stories

It was always Ayah who had to run away. She took the bag and the shortcut as she ran. She ran wherever she could. The orphanage was big and she could not leave unless a few minutes passes. But air whooshed out of her lungs when she saw Elio standing in front of her escape. His eyes were bloodshot red.

Chapter 2: As soon as I heard them leave the house the next morning, I picked up the only change of clothes I had and ran away ran away from the house I had known as my home all my life. I ran without a specific direction. All I had in mind was to get as far away as possible from them. I didn’t even know the town well enough because I had only gone there once when my mother fell sick and my father wasn’t around. I had to go with the doctor to retrieve some drugs. Aside that instance, I had never been to town. Yet I planned on heading there.

As I lay in bed, sleep eludes me, my mind being troubled by the thoughts of having to make a decision; whether to go back to Adam's so I can uncover the connection of this book to Adam's family, or stay here and continuing with my life, as before - even though some things have changed. ... I stand by a tree watching as a woman and little girl run, trying to escape something. They don't seem to notice me, as they're busy fleeing. "Run, Arabella, run!" The woman's voice cries out. "Mommy! Mommy please I don't want to leave you!" The girl begs, hugging her tightly. Instead of returning the hug, she pushes the child away, falling to the ground herself. "My dear, you have to save yourself first!

Running could work. It was time for me to put myself first. Nobody else was going to. My family have shown that. And as for my husband, he has made it perfectly clear I am not a priority for him. I am not even a thought for him. I creep across my bedroom, knowing what I must do. I silently slip open my closet doors, finding the smallest of my holdalls from when I arrived here. I begin to place clothes inside. Ash was right. I have some savings. I didn't know the exact amount, but there was some. Money my great Aunt had left me. It should be enough to see me a few months at least. I can run far from here, to the countryside and then find a job to keep me going. Live a normal life. Nobody woul

Whatever it was, it gave me a tiny bit of space to breathe. But I wasn’t free. Not even close. This was just a pause, a break before the next round. Two monsters, circling. One I escaped. One I ran straight into. Now they knew about each other. And me? I was the prize. The thought crept in again, quiet and persistent. Run. Take the boys, what little money I had, and disappear. Change our names. Start over somewhere far away. But then I pictured them, Luca finally smiling, Mateo painting at school, Noah learning to talk louder, to exist without fear.

It is now or never, and part of me continues to hold on to the hope that Alex and Matthew will help me like Breeders before when I inform them of my plan to escape. I smile at the one good thing Abby has done to help me, her bringing my emergency money and wallet with all my cards and I.D. inside. I haven’t heard from or seen that bitch since she left me here, but Milly said she has been gloating about the mighty Laina Starcrest becoming nothing but a fuck toy. I’m glad I dropped her as a friend when I did; who knows what she would have done if I allowed her to continue coming to this cottage. I stuff my wallet into a large duffle bag I kept by the bed and begin to rummage around the room, p

I had always needed too much reassurance, and for three years, Dante Romano had given it to me. Whenever he came home late or failed to answer his phone, I imagined the worst. And whenever I couldn’t sleep, I made him leave whatever he was doing and come home to me. During one of those needy episodes, strange lines of text appeared before my eyes. 【The Don of the Romano family is handling family business. You really think he has time to put you to bed?】 【She’s only an ordinary woman he kept because she looks like Bianca DeLuca.】 【The real Bianca is coming back from Europe. Once she does, this substitute is finished.】 Suddenly, Dante’s patience no longer felt like love. It felt like tolerance

I ran away and never looked back. *** It has exactly been a day since I moved out of the packhouse, and I struggled a lot when I was running away. Aside from the harsh conditions of the weather, my mind was overthinking about the things that could have been. Should I have just stayed? Is meeting my father a good thing right now? Will I be able to forgive him and live with him?

I tell her and prepared myself to listen about the better and badass part. "We ran away when we were thirteen or something." Flora jumped and settled herself on the kitchen counter, her legs swinging in the air, crossed. It is absolutely unbelievable for me to believe that they ran away. I mean, I have heard stories of people running away from their house, sometimes for good and sometimes for worst. But it is only the first time, I am hearing such a trustworthy story about their escape from their respective homes. "Why did you ran away?" I questioned Flora emphasising on the word 'you' because I know the reason for Zyra but what about her?

"Let's just go now, we can catch the train back home." So, with a deep frown, I fled. I left Ross, the party, and Marco on their own and ran into the night sky. Now, where to next? I rushed out of the mansion, slipping through the gates and avoiding the photographers that had slowly begun to disperse. An array of goosebumps erupted across my exposed arms and even as I hugged my body close, they didn't leave. My teeth chattered and I allowed the brown of my hair to fall forward, covering my eyes. Shame oozed from me like a sponge if not from my disordered appearance but at the fact that I'd run away. With no phone, money, or company, besides the ghost of a dead boy, I was screwed.