Running Away with the Badboy

No matter how many times I tell myself that I never believe it. I know that as soon as I would try to escape I would just get beat again. It doesn’t help that we just moved into the what is probably the worst house on the outskirts of town. Ever since my mother died the beatings have gotten worse and makeup had became my best friend. My mother was always there for me and was usually able to talk some sense into my father before the beatings got out of hand.

While i’m laying on my broke down bed, I let my eyes travel around my room and I can feel my eyes widen as I look at the clock. I’m running 15 minutes behind so I decide to just throw on some black leggings and an oversized t-shirt. I decide that instead of asking my father for a ride because I would probably get beat for bothering him while he’s drinking, I should just get on my bike.

I run out of the house and can see the sky starting to get cloudy and start feeling dropplets if rain on my head. I hop on my bike and start peddling as fast as I can. As i’m getting close to the end of the road I feel myself start to slow down. The rain starts coming down harder causing me to get drenched. I hit the brakes and get off the bike in just enough time for me to see the last bit of air drain out from the back tire.

I decide to slowly turn around as I hear a pickup truck pull up behind me. I slowly glance up and see a teenage boy who looks about my age with pitch black hair and a leather jacket. I clutch my backpack to me ready to swing it if he tries to harm me.

I watch him turn off his truck and jump out and come near me. He must have been following since I left my house. “Do you need some help?” I look up and am met with the most bright blue eyes I have ever seen.

“Ummm, no thank you i’m doing just fine.” I look at him to realize that he is probably the most handsome person I have ever seen. I turn around and start walking away hoping that he will just get back in his truck and drive away, but with my luck that will probably not happen.

“Oh come on just get in the truck. It’s not like i’m going to hurt you.” He says it with a smirk on his face, almost like he is expecting me to actually get into the truck.

“I don’t even know you. Why would I get into your truck?” I said with my arms crosses across my chest.

He sticks out his hand for me to shake and says five words that starts our new adventure together.”Hi, i’m Asher. Asher King”