The sound of gravel beneath your feet echoed through the eerie night, you had ran away from rafe with nothing, no car, no food, only your phone but you turned your tracker off. I mean he loved you but he was also psychotic, coming back drunk and angry punching walls.

I mean there were good things that he did, he did love you in all fairness. But for a while you’ve told yourself it’s fine it’s just love. So you ran, and ran the cold air blowing your hair back as the adrenaline caressed through your body quickly. He didn’t get home for another hour which gave you a lot of time to run as far away as you possibly could.

Nothing was holding you back now, friends and family lived in a whole different state not far from here. And that’s exactly where you were going to go. Whether it took hours, days, weeks you would get there and not return.

2 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫…

Soon enough, your phone start blowing with lots of notifications, because i guess rafe just found out that you had gone.

Rafe: Answer the damn phone. Rafe: stop pissing about Rafe: Turn your fucking gps on

Rafe is calling..

Rafe: This is bs. Rafe: Baby, come home. Now. Rafe: turn your fucking location on

Rafe: ANSWER NOW, {{user}}.

You whimper slightly, stopping the flow of tears as you started running again. Huffing and puffing you still ran like there was nothing to loose, and there wasn’t anything to loose.

You missed him, not him. But when he didn’t drink, do drugs. When it was you and him watching romantic movies, cringing at them. And when he would grab your waist when you were with your friends, not caring about embarrassing himself. Or when he told you everyday you were the most beautiful girl.

Running away.