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Chapter 8: Run!

After telling the very few people I think I can trust that I'm running away from home, I call the only person I think I love through my friends' failed attempts to stop me. It's the weekend, so he's probably at home. 

-"Trevor! Hey!" I say. 

-"Emma! What's up?" Trevor says. There are no noises around him. He's probably home. 

-"oh you'll find out, but first, you home?"

-"yeah. Why?"

-"listen, I know this is weird but can I come over? Like I mean, stay at your house for a couple of weeks?"

-"what's going on?"

-"parents.. As usual. I can't take it anymore. I'll tell you when I see you."

-" mom will be fine with it, but dad.. You know he doesn't support dating and doesn't even know you exist, right?"

-" yeah.. But doesn't he go to work every morning and come back home late?"

-" yeah.. Listen, when are you coming?"

-"uh, can I come sometime tonight?"

-" are you sure you want to do this?"

-"yeah. My best friend is trying to convince me not to do so, but I guess I can't be convinced."

-"okay, text me when you're there. Don't ring the bell though. We don't want to wake my father up."

-"okay, I'm waiting till my parents fall asleep. See you soon!"

-"see yah."

I smile as I pack my bag. I download 'Katy Perry Pop' and start playing it as I wait for my parents to fall asleep.

Throughout all the begging and the convincing from my friends, I get scared, but I do it anyway. I sling my heavy bag over my shoulder and run. I take 1 minute breaks whenever I feel too tired to move. By the time I reach his house, I'm more dead than alive, since I'm already sick. I call him and in no time, he opens the door. I drop my bag and just enjoy the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. 

He quietly carries my bag to his room and then we start talking. We lay on his bed, shoes and all, and hold each other. My phone keeps on buzzing. I get up to check it and spend a while on it. I get scared. What if they catch us? Will Trevor go to jail? I tell everyone good night and go back to him. Through all the passionate kisses and the endless talking, I can barely open my eyes anymore. I quickly get into my warm pajamas and set an alarm for 3AM. I can barely let go of him. I can't stop looking at him and appreciating that perfect sharp jaw of his, can't resist tracing it with my fingers. I fall asleep quickly, wrapped in his arms. 

3AM comes quicker than I ever wanted it to. We sit and talk. Should I go back to that hell I'm living in? Or should I stay here just for the holidays? Or maybe I should go to the police?

In the end, I decide to go back to hell. I don't want Trevor to get in trouble, no. I can't allow it. 

On the way home, we take turns in carrying the heavy bag, and we don't run. We want to enjoy the time we're spending together. One last kiss and I enter the horrible building. I throw my bag in the closet and make everything look like I didn't leave my room. 

Surprisingly, I fall asleep quickly. I don't want to wake up. I don't want to live here. I don't want to hide my relationship with Trevor anymore. 

I love him, and we deserve to be able to do whatever we want.