ON THE RUN

Goodbye Nottingham

This if 4 o’clock so I should be in London by 6 o’clock.

“Goodbye Nottingham” I say sadly.

I get out of the house then I try calling Darian but he doesn’t pick up my call. At least I should say goodbye to him before I leave. I want to leave Nottingham before aunt Jayne finds out what I’ve done.

We moved here after mum passed away eight months ago. At first we used to stay in London before leukemia claimed mum’s life. I miss her a lot, she was all we had (me and Darian). Mum always made sure me and Darian were happy. Although she was a nurse struggling to raise her two kids alone she was a real hero. At first I hated the idea of moving to Nottingham but it wasn’t so bad and yet here I am going away from this place, leaving my brother behind.

Growing up without a father was hard but mum made sure I never worried about it much so I got used to it. I really don’t remember much about dad because he left when I was 3 years old, that’s a month after Darian was born.

Though it’s like this I would be able to spot my dad even if he was in a crowd. Every night I look at his picture before I sleep, I always thought he would come back for us but he didn’t. Mum said he left because he wanted to become a writer and my mum was dragging him down. I still remember the look on mums face when she told me the story about how dad said she was worthless, so he left to become a writer.

He really did become a writer, one of the most famous writers in London. He is the reason am going back there. I’ve always hated him for leaving mum to raise us alone but at this time I need him the most. And there is no way he would deny that am his daughter because am his carbon copy.

I took his tall figure; am pretty tall for my age. His hazel eyes. His blond hair. Am actually the female version of my dad. Mum even said I have my dad’s attitude. Am always focused on the things I want. The word “failure” has never existed in my vocabulary, am going to make it just for mum.

I know once aunt Jayne discovers what I’ve done the police will be looking for me everywhere, she is going to think I murdered him just for hatred since she thinks I hate her husband but I did it to protect myself. Am not one of those girls who would want to lose their virginity at 19 and losing it to a man old enough to be my dad is even worse.
I have to disguise myself so I put on blue contacts and then I get my hair tinted black with dark purple at the ends. When I look in the mirror I can’t even recognize myself.