Books About Running Away From Home Novels & Stories

Never. I nod slowly. Things weren't as bad as I was painting them in my head after all. "Thanks, mom." I smile at her. "As I was saying, I ran away from home because I wanted some air to think properly, I alarmed people because I had no contact lenses or glasses on, so i ran into the forest to avoid more chaos.” "Oh Haven,"

She hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the family photos on the wall. With a deep breath and a heavy heart, Aubrey opened the door and stepped out into the cool night. She knew she couldn't bear the pain of being rejected by her own brother any longer. In her young mind, running away seemed like the only option. Her parents' voices grew louder as they discussed ways to mend the family, completely unaware of their daughter's desperate departure. Aubrey wandered the quiet streets of her neighborhood, her small backpack slung over her shoulder. Tears flowed freely as she walked, feeling a profound sense of loss and confusion. She didn't have a destination in mind; she just needed to escap

He was calm, he seemed concerned and willing to listen. “I...” I hesitated. I didn't want to talk about my problems to a complete stranger, but what could I do? I had no one in the world, no home, no shoulder to lean on. I was alone. Isa couldn't help me. She was living at her aunt's house and busy with college. Maybe if I told him now, he would let me stay here for a while, until I found another place. “I ran away from home, sir. I'm running from my stepfather.” He stayed silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and asked,

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?

she has everybody drooling over her and yet I don't even think she realises it, but what I do know that she will never be mine and that's something I just have to live with which is absolute torture. But I will tell you something I bet you don't know, I was the kid that ran away from my family when I was 16, it was difficult at first, mainly because I didn't have a lot of money and I was on my own, but I couldn't go back, and I haven't been back since I ran, its too dangerous for me to be in that household anymore, that's why I had to run.

“She was a runaway.” “A runaway?” “You know… those kids who run away from home to avoid trouble. Or sometimes, they just run.” “How do I remind you of her?” I scoffed. “I’m not a runaway.” “We still have a long walk before we get to the front yard,” Amber said. “Let me tell you a story.”

you seem like a rich girl and you know the basic skills of survival, so why did you run away from home to be in the fields and just look at the sky and be at peace? What’s your story?” He asked me as he washed the apple and sat back down. He looked so organized and calm, I was just surprised at how weird it is to have found someone here you can really relate to.“ Well, I won’t say I am not a rich girl, I was born on the night of the full moon and it counted for something remarkable but anyway, that’s all, I am being pressured a lot and I need to make my mother and my father proud but being a girl and not being good enough is a very bad thing, so I decided to run away, I had forgotten abou

I unlocked the drawer, took my notebook and fled. I was about to jump when mate was there. I faced him. "We shall meet again." I said and I jumped. And I ran away, never looking back. Not then, probably not so soon. But I can say, it was painful. It was painful to be running away from the place you were able to call your home. But..what choice did I have? I clutched on the notebook tightly as I ran further and further away from home. Hayden's POV Next day....

I’m here crying out my eyes. How could I forget that this gentleman is such an angel, and I’m bothering him with my tears? I’m such an ungrateful person."Do you wish to go back home?" I can help you go back. He said carewornly, "He is very nice, and I’m glad I met him.""No, I don’t want to go back; I’m here to become a better person," I said."If you're sure you can do that, shy away from what you are feeling right now and focus," he said calmly."I once felt the same way when I ran away from home. I thought I wouldn't survive, but here I am on my own without my parents." He smiled briskly at me.Why would he run away from home?"Why do you run away from home?" This time around, I have stopped

There's no way I'm getting inside that car. So I did what I have to do. I stepped on his foot with my leather boots and ran away as fast as I could. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's running. And I mean that both literally and figuratively. Running away from my emotions. Running away from my family, my friends. And if I could I would have run away from myself, too. Running away for my lif would be no problem at all. He won't be able to run after me with that foot. Nor can he drive either. School wasn't too far away, I'll be safe there.