Runaway Au Novels & Stories

But it was safer than the alternative. I was learning that everyone here was running from something. Tommy the bartender had gambling debts that would get him killed if he went back to Chicago. Big Mike had done time for assault and couldn't find legitimate work. Even Sable had ghosts, I could see it in the way she went quiet sometimes, staring off at nothing. "The thing about running," she told me one night as we shared a bottle of cheap whiskey on the roof of the clubhouse, "is that eventually you have to decide if you're running toward something or just running away."

I grabbed the spare key fob and a flashlight. "Mommy, I can't see," Adrian sobbed. "I've got you," I said, lifting him onto my hip. We ran out the back door, into the snow. The cold hit us like a hammer. The wind was screaming. We ran toward the heavy SUV parked near the generator shed. "Mommy, look!" Adrian pointed. More lights. Coming up the mountain road. Not just a few men. A convoy. "There's more of them," Damian wheezed, leaning against the SUV. "We can't outrun them on the road."

I run as fast as I can without any direction in my mind. Bullets were continuously fired in my direction but I kept on running until all I could hear was my breathing. I have no idea on whose territory I landed. What matters to me is that I am far from those who betrayed me. I am far from everyone who sees me as a criminal. I finally stopped running and hid behind the huge tree. I winced in pain as I pressed my wounded leg to stop it from bleeding. I hadn’t regained my strength yet when I heard footsteps nearing.

“I wish I could run away, Cara.” She regretted those words as soon as they were out of her lips. Hana wasn’t cut out for the real world. Her father might be a monster but was financially responsible. They never lacked. The first and last time she tried to run away, she had experienced an abandonment, a complete lack of wants. She couldn’t do that without a plan. A plan that involved getting her sister and mother out of this hellhole disguised as home. “You can,” Cara said. Her sister knelt by the tub with the tips of her golden hair sinking into the water. Cara looked more like their mum. But one thing the kids shared with their father was his big nose. “We can, Hana. We will go somewhere.”

00 and I should have the new ones either Monday or Tuesday. Let's just say that Kevin's parents were not happy with their son for picking on and I quote, "the poor crippled boy," end quote. Let's just say that dad was not thrilled with their choice of words about his son, regardless if they didn't mean to insult me. Dad blew up on them, telling them they were 'ignorant twats'. Dad is originally from Doncaster, England, which is 76.2 miles from Liverpool, England. Dad moved to the United States when he was only 18 years old to attend the University of California, in Berkley, California for his Audio Production Degree and now is a Music Producer in Hollywood. We live in San Francisco near the

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.

Austin said looking to me as he said it, I think he was trying to spell it out to Markus who clearly, wasn’t getting what we were trying to say! “Sure you can, I have been on the run before I came here and yes its hard, until you get to the place you have to sleep in car. But even when you get there, you have to keep your head down but act like nothing is wrong so no one expect anything” Markus begins to explain the ins and outs, I was more shocked that he actually just admitted that he had to go on the run once before, what the heck has this man done in his life?! “Yes it’s a physical challenge, but you two are young you’ll be able to handle it” Markus says throwing his arms, Austin looks d

"I trusted you, Audrey. I thought we were in this together. How can you now say you want to just run away?" Audrey's own voice wavered with emotion as she spoke, "I never wanted to let you down, Ti. But sometimes, circumstances force us to make difficult choices. This is one of those times." She continued to speak with a shaky voice. "I can't stand the idea of being forced to leave, Ti. I won't accept my fate without a fight. I have a plan to escape the pack's punishment and start over." Tiana looked surprised and worried at the same time. "But Audrey, running away is dangerous. It could make things even worse between the pack and grove and put both of us in danger."

" Runaway by Aurora played through her mind as she run through the bushes trying to get to a safe place. She had a mission to complete and no one was going to stop her from completing that mission. Why couldn't he love her like she did? Why did he lie to her that was beautiful and ended up with another? Why did he lead her on knowing she was just a fling? Why? Why? Why? Those questions run through her mind as she neared a stream. She squatted and scooped a handful of water drinking it thirsty. Just a stone throw from the stream, she saw the road, and a sign that read " A few hours away from New York City." she crossed the road and waited for a car to pass. She had changed out of her prison c

I run out of the room so fast, I fail to notice someone in the hallway in time, so I end up slamming into a muscular wall. “Hey, sister-in-law! Take it easy. Where are you going in that beautiful handmade dress?” taunts Dawson. I pull the fabric up to my chest; I think the sheet covers even part of my throat. I blush from head to toe. He’s the last person I would have wanted to meet in the hallway in this shape. I should have thought things through before I ran away. It’s all his fault, or at least partly his fault. It’s Dawson’s fault. If he didn’t have a twin with whom it was possible to confuse him, Darío would have believed me and trusted my words, or maybe not.