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Runaway Part 1Category: Stories
Sunday, 7 June 2009
07:29:52 PM (GMT)
RUNAWAY

	It was dark. Crystal sat up and listened- silence- her parents were still out- and
her
sister was sleeping- so she could get on with her plan. She slid out of bed and
pulled
her jacket on, grabbing her bag and a packet of crisps as she did so. She decided
that
she better take her credit card and her birthday money too if she were going to get
out
of this alive, so she grabbed them and a bottle of water and headed out. She ran up
the
garden path and down the road towards the train station- to catch the last train out
of
this dump.
	
	The next morning Crystal awoke in a cold damp heap on a train station in what seemed
to
be the middle of nowhere. She stretched out and checked her watch for the time-
10.20am-
just enough time to pop to the loo and get changed before her train was due. 10
minutes
later she was feeling refreshed and dry, and her train pulled into the station.
'Perfect
timing' - she thought. Sitting down on the train, She thought about why she had
decided
to do this. She didn't know for sure exactly, but now that she thought about it, she
realised what a terrible mistake she had made. She couldn't go back now though,
could
she? And her friends would just think she was on holiday, like she was supposed to
be.
But she just couldn't stand another rubbish holiday in the caravan by the cold welsh
coast- it'd probably rain the whole time they were there anyway- just like last time.
She
sighed and looked out of the window at the countryside and for the first time since
she
had left the house the previous night, a tear slid down her rosy cheek.
	
	An hour or so later, the train stopped at her station, close to where her
grandparents
lived, so she would have to be careful that they didn't spot her, when she should be
in
school. It was a 20 minute wait until the next train to Liverpool was due, so she
sat
down on the bench and thought about what she would do when she got there. Just then,
her
phone started ringing and she jumped, startled by the sudden loud noise that seemed
to
fill the empty waiting room. She turned her phone off, so she wouldn't have to
explain
herself. Not yet. She got up and wandered around, she put her bag down and stood on
the
edge of the platform. The train was due any minute now, and she looked down the track
to
see if she could spot it. She could see a light in the distance now, slowly creeping
closer. Just then, she felt someone breathing down her neck, their hands resting on
her
shoulders. She daren't turn round. Whoever was behind her pushed her, and she fell
onto
the track. She twisted her ankle as she fell, and struggled to stand back up. The
light
was now getting closer, and closer, until it was quite clear and she could almost
make
out the driver's face. The edge of the platform was wet and slippery, and just that
much
too high for her to climb back up. The train crept ever closer, and closer...
	
	The train was almost here, when a hand reached down from above, locked around
Crystal's
wrist and pulled her up out of harms way. When she looked up and saw her hero's face,
she
gasped in shock. The boy's skin was lightly tanned and moist from the rain, his
shirt
soaked, yet he looked completely amazing. She hugged him and thanked him, and soon
they
were sitting on the train talking to each other. "I should be dead right now."
Crystal
thought. "Thank you so much!" she thanked the stranger. He picked her bag up, slung
it
over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her. They sat down on the train on
either
side on a table and the boy reached into his shopping bag, drawing out a bottle of
pop.
He offered some to Crystal, but although she was thirsty, she turned it down, as she
didn't want to seem rude. When they arrived in Liverpool, they walked down to the
docks
and sat together on a bench watching as the boats sailed past them. "How rude of
me!"
Crystal suddenly exclaimed, "I haven't introduced myself! I'm Crystal by the way."
"Declan." He replied. He gave Crystal a quick squeeze and got up, leading her to his
apartment. When they got there, he asked her whether she wanted to stay there with
him
until she had a place of her own. "If you insist!" She giggled. He led her into a
medium
sized room to the side of his kitchen. "Is this room ok?" he asked? "Of course!" She
replied, giddy with all the sudden attention. She had settled in by dinner and then
Declan had to head out to catch a ferry to Ireland for the weekend. "There's plenty
in
the fridge, I’m just seeing family- I’ll be back before you know it!" He said.
Of
course he didn't know what was going to happen next.
	
	Crystal sat on her bed and unpacked her bag, shoving her clothes into the chest of
drawers next to her bed. Just then, she heard a bang coming from the living room.
"Declan!" she yelled, "I thought you'd gone to catch your ferry!" Suddenly, a gloved
figure leapt out from under her bed and grabbed her. "Just my day." She thought to
herself. The figure kept his gloved hand over her mouth and whispered into her ear,
"You
keep quiet, you stupid girl." He loosened his grip a little before tying her up with
a
rope, sticking a smelly sock from the washing into her mouth, and pushing her into
the
wardrobe....
Crystal had been locked in the wardrobe for over a day now, at least, and the smell
and
taste of the sock was getting unbearable. If only she had stayed at home. If only she
had
forgiven her parents for all they had done. If only she hadn't runaway! She could now
hear
footsteps on the wooden floor of the living room. She heard the door handle creak as
whoever was there pushed down on it to enter the room. She could see the faint shadow
of
someone outside through the gap in the bottom of the wardrobe. "Crystal!" The person
shouted. It was just Declan. She used all of her strength to rock towards the door
and
tumbled out of where she had been kept hostage. Declan rushed towards her and helped
her
out, pulling the smelly sock from her mouth and gently but quickly untying the rope.
"Are
you ok?" She tried to reply but her throat was dry having not had a drink for over a
day.
She nodded and tried to get up, but as soon as she stood upright, she collapsed onto
her
bed. She was exhausted and could hardly move, but she finally managed to sit upright
and
hold that position while Declan fetched her a glass of water from the kitchen. It was
icy
cold but very refreshing, and at least it took away the taste of that mangy sock.
Declan
stood by uncomfortably watching her slowly sip the drink, until she patted the bed
next
to her inviting him to sit down. He sat down next to her but stared at the carpet
and
fidgeted with his hands. Crystal placed the glass onto her bedside table and looked
into
Declan’s eyes. His skin was soft and tanned, and she just wanted to give him a
huge
hug, after all, this was the second time he’d saved her- this weekend. She somehow
managed to restrain herself and thanked him, telling him that for the second time
that
weekend, if it wasn’t for him, she’d be dead. A tear trickled down her cheek as
she
thought to herself that if she had never run away she wouldn’t be in this mess, but
she
mopped it up before Declan saw. However he did see this, and leaned over, planted a
quick
kiss on her cheek. “You’re beautiful Crystal, and may I add, that is such a
gorgeous
name?” Crystal giggled at this remark and rested her head on his shoulder. She
couldn’t help but smile as Declan gave her a hug before asking her if she wanted
anything to eat. “Just toast please, and another drink of water if it’s not too
much
hassle?” He left the room and she lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling,
thinking. She could stay here; start a new life with Declan. She quite fancied him
really, but she knew that she was 2 years older than him and her parents wouldn’t
approve. Wait, she’d run away from her parents, right? So why was she so bothered
about
what her parents thought? Her parents… she could always go back to them, she
thought.
No, that would be foolish. She should at least get in touch, so they knew she was
safe,
knew she was ok. She’d write them a letter in the morning, not put a return address
on
it, but just ask them to text her if they had any worries. Yeah, that’s what
she’d
do. But for now, she just wanted to rest. At that point Declan walked in with her
supper
and sat on her bed while he watched her eat every bite. He left her to it and went
into
the living room. He sat on the leather sofa and grabbed the remote control. He
flicked
the TV on, and was about to change the channel, when he realised just what it was
that
was on the news. ‘MISSING GIRL’S PARENTS PLEA FOR CRYSTAL’S RETURN’ Declan
gasped. Crystal, a runaway? Suddenly he heard a coughing and spluttering sound from
Crystal’s room, then a scream. He leapt up and burst in on Crystal, being smothered
by
a boy, no older than himself, wearing all black…

He pushed the boy off her and knocked him out as his head hit the solid wooden
floor.
Declan stood up, grabbed Crystal and carried her to the living room, placing her down
on
the warm, black leather sofa. He sat down beside her and asked her, “Have you run
away
from home?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it.” She replied, looking away. Declan
grabbed
her head and turned it back to face him. “Have you run away?” He replied, much
fiercer this time.  Crystal nodded and sunk into the sofa, curling up into a ball
and
facing the other way. Declan pulled her to him and hugged her while she quietly
sobbed.
Several minutes later, when she had calmed down, he asked, “But why? I’m sure
you
have a very loving family who care about you. They’re probably worried sick,
panicking,
wondering where on earth you are, and what has happened to you. It looks like
someone’s
out to get you, you have to go home.”
“You don’t understand. You probably don’t know what it’s like to be abused
by
your own parents, the people you’ve trusted since the day you were born.”
“Yes I do.” Declan replied, facing away from her, tears in his eyes.
“I’m sorry Declan, I didn’t know.” She cried. That night they were both sat
on
the sofa, watching television, when the phone rang. Crystal moved to get it, but
Declan
held her closer. “Let it ring.” He whispered. He moved in closer to her, and
kissed
her gently on the lips. This went on for several minutes before Crystal got up and
walked
to her room. “Goodnight.” She whispered.
“Wait, promise me you’ll get in tough with your parents tomorrow, let them know
you’re ok.”
“Ok then. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” 

	The next morning, Crystal awoke to the heavenly sound of birds singing outside her
window, and the yummy smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. She pulled on her
dressing gown and floated through to the living room. She leant on the kitchen
counter
and stared lovingly at Declan. “Good morning!” He chirped when he saw her. “It
was
going to be a bacon butty for breccy this morning… but I kinda burnt it…” He
tilted
the pan in her direction so she could see. Crystal giggled, and sat down at the
kitchen
table, legs swinging slowly back and forth. Declan fetched some bowls, milk and
cereal
and sat down opposite her. “This’ll have to do I’m afraid.” He said,
shrugging
his shoulders. Crystal giggled again. “Oh it’s fine. Maybe I ought to phone my
parents soon…” She remarked, looking at the clock.
“Yeah, they’re probably worried sick!” Declan flicked the television on again
and
took his bowl over to the sofa. Crystal joined him, and started munching on her
cornflakes. A few minutes later, she put down her empty bowl and walked to her room
again. She grabbed her phone and dialled her mum’s number. As it was ringing, she
sat
on her bed, kicked her slippers off and tucked her feet under her duvet. The phone
was
still ringing. No one answered. “Maybe I should try again later…” She thought.
Declan came to her door and asked if everything was ok. “No answer.” She sighed.
“I
don’t suppose you have a computer? Perhaps I could email them.”

Crystal sat down on the hard wooden chair in Declan’s study, and flicked on the
computer. Declan popped his head through the door. “Just going to the shop- we’re
out
of milk. Want anything while I’m there?”
“Just a pack of crisps- Quavers if they’ve got.”
“See you in a minute then.”
“Byee” Crystal cried after him. She logged into her email account and clicked on
the
first unread email in her inbox. Then the second. Then the third. They were all the
same.
‘Crystal, wherever you are, come home, please.’ She clicked the reply button.
“Don’t worry Mum, I’m safe. I’m living with this really nice boy. I can’t
tell
you where however, because someone is already out to get me. If it’s ok with you,
I’m
going to stay here for a bit. I promise I’ll write everyday. Love you loads,
Crystal.
Xxx”

She heard the front door slam shut, and heavy footsteps coming up the hallway.
“Not
again!” she thought. She heard someone pause outside the door, and saw the door
knob
twist around slowly… Diving under the desk, she held her breath. The door swung
open
and someone walked over to the table. Whoever was there sat down and started going
through her emails. She slowly breathed out, and shifted into a slightly more
comfortable
position, trying to make as little noise as possible. At last, the person who was
sat
there got up and left. Crystal climbed out from her hiding place and went back to
her
emails. There was a new mail in her inbox. From someone called ‘Skull’. She
didn’t
think and clicked it open, thinking that perhaps this could help her find out why,
and
who, was trying to get her.

‘I almost got her- but her “boyfriend” stopped me.’ It read. Whoever had
sent
this must know her- I mean, they had her email address. And someone had been hacking
it,
using it to send emails to this person- Skull. She changed her password, to
something
more secure than just ‘password’. She thought how stupid she had been to use that
in
the first place. She had the feeling that she was being watched, felt the hairs on
the
back of her neck stand up. She turned around, but, as she suspected all along, there
was
no one there. She could hear the phone ringing from the other room. She ran to it-
but,
hovered over it for a few minutes, wondering whether she should answer, or whether
she
should leave it. It could be anyone- the person who was after her, her parents,
Declan. 

It stopped ringing. She dialled ‘1471’- Caller ID withheld. She went back to the
study and logged out of her email. She was sure she saw someone lurking in the
shadows as
she shut the door behind her. She didn’t dare to turn back and check- so she pulled
on
her coat and ran down to the shop. She started hunting for Declan- she gathered he
had
come here. There was no sign of him so she dug her purse out of her pocket and bought
a
bottle of pop. She wandered down to the docks and leaned on the fence, staring out
across
the Mersey. Sighing, she turned around and headed back to the flat. She stopped dead
in
her tracks when she saw a police car outside, and a policeman standing there, talking
to
Declan. Declan saw her and pointed in the opposite direction to where she was. The
policeman jumped into his car and sped up the road, to where Declan ‘had seen
Crystal’. Declan ran down the road towards her and told her that the police were
out
looking for her. The school had phoned her parents, who knew she’d run away. She
had
done so a few times lately anyway. She had never been away from home for this long
though. Crystal started to panic and ran upstairs, sobbing heavily. Declan tried to
comfort her, get her to calm down, but she just pushed him away. Declan sat in a
crumpled
heap on the plush cream carpet. Declan sat on a chair and awkwardly watched Crystal
as she
lay on the sofa crying.

	That night, when Crystal had finally calmed down, Declan sat beside her on the sofa.
He
reached towards her and held her face with both hands. Her tear-stained eyes looked
into
his. His pale blue eyes glinted as the moon slipped behind some dark clouds. He
slowly
moved in closer, and slowly, gently, kissed her lips. This seemed to cheer her up,
take
her mind off things. The first kiss was simply one of friendship- but this, this was
love.

	The next morning, Declan awoke on the sofa to find an empty seat beside him. He
checked
Crystal’s room, but she wasn’t there. He checked the kitchen, his room, the
study.
Everywhere, well, except the bathroom. Declan put his ear against the door, and when
he
could hear nothing, opened it. Not to his surprise, the bathroom was empty. He sighed
and
headed back into the living room. He leant against the wall, then slid down and
collapsed
in a heap on the floor. Now it was his turn to cry. He truly loved Crystal. From the
second he first saved her life till now. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her. He
had
to find her.

	Crystal ran faster, faster than she had ever ran in her life. She hurtled over
bushes
and fences, desperate to get away. Her head ached, she felt ill, but she kept on
going.
She was going home. By now it was midday; she was tired, thirsty, and hungry. She
slumped
down onto a bench, exhausted. She closed her eyes and thought. Why had she run away
from
Declan? Why had she run away from home in the first place? She pulled her mobile from
her
bag and pressed down the power button. She needed to know what had been going on at
home.
She had 30 unread texts, and 30 voicemails. She took a deep breath and dialled the
first
one. It was off her mum. She was crying, begging Crystal to come home. This made
Crystal
upset. She had tried to be brave, she really had, but she just couldn’t. Not
anymore.

	Declan fished in his pocket for his phone and sent a text to Crystal. “Look,”
it
read, “I know you’re upset, and I know you probably hate me, but please, just
come
back. Call me, text me, something. I love you Crystal.” He put it back into his
pocket
and carried on running to the train station. He knew that if Crystal was trying to
get
home, that’s where she’d be.

	Crystal reached into her bag and grabbed the bottle of water she’d shoved in
there
this morning. It was still cool and amazingly refreshing as she gulped it down. She
was
almost at the train station, where she could get a train home. There was no turning
back
now. No way. She peeked through the bushes. The station was empty, but if she
remembered
correctly, there was a train due in 10 minutes time. She leapt up and ran across the
tracks, throwing her heavy rucksack onto the platform as she did so. She jumped up
and
sat on the station, swinging her legs over the side. Thankfully, whoever was out to
get
her didn’t seem to be around.

	Declan raced across the bridge. There was a train due any minute now. He saw a
figure
sitting on the edge of the platform. It was Crystal. He also saw a figure in the
waiting
room, but this was the figure that was out to get Crystal. The figure was slowly and
sneakily making its way towards Crystal. The train would almost be here, the figure
was
getting closer. Declan tried to shout Crystal, but it wouldn’t work, she was too
far
away. He started to sprint across the bridge and down the steps as if his life
depended
on it, when in fact, it was Crystal’s.


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