I Wanna Runaway.

[Stasya ♥]

^{Graffiti decorations under a sky of dust.
A constant wave of tension on top of broken trust.
The lesson that you taught me, I learned were never true.
Now I find myself in question. They point the finger at me again.
Guilty by association. You point the finger at me again.}

Another night father dearest comes home drunk means another night listening to fighting or being smacked around. Travis and Jesse sat in the kitchen, eating leftover pizza while they listened to the classic fight they had heard since they were kids: "Those two damn kids are worthless! I wish I'd have left you when you told me you were pregnant with that first one!" Their parents were the oldest "high school sweethearts" story in the book: thirteen year old girl raised with unloving parents + hormonal fifteen year old boy + no birthcontrol + unprotected sex. A year later, it was the same story. The brothers stopped and looked at each other as the fighting voices grew louder. "You know damn well those boys are not worthless! Maybe if you weren't always out getting drunk, you could see just how amazing they really are!" Their dad burst through the door, following their mom. He looked down with angry, bloodshot eyes, "Here's a great example, Lizzie! The two lazyasses fucking around doing nothing, once again!" The boys scrambled to their feet, Jesse taking an unconscious step behind his big brother.

I wanna run away, never say goodbye.
I wanna know the truth instead of wondering why.
I wanna know the answers, no more lies.
I wanna shut the door and open up my mind.

Travis looked down at his brother then to their dad, not saying a word. He watched cautiously as their dad glared hard. Finally, their dad screamed at the tall boy: "Why the fuck do you always stand up for the little twerp!?" He reached around Travis, too quickly for him to react, and grabbed Jesse, throwing him across the room into the table. "Jerry, stop," their mom shrieked, terror written on her face. Travis jumped and, without thinking, charged at his dad, shoving him into the wall. "Jesse, get up and run!" he yelled at his stunned little brother. "NOW, JESSE!" Finally, Jesse seemed to comprehend what was happening; he once again scrambled to his feet and ran out of the room.

_{Paper bags and angry voices under a sky of dust.
Another wave of tension has more than filled me up.
All my talk of taking action, these words were never true.
Now I find myself in question. They point the finger at me again.
Guilty by association. You point the finger at me again.}

That was two months ago. Later that night, the two had packed some of their belongings into a duffle bag and left their trailer home forever. Now it was early morning, the sun just coming up and making the disperse into nothing. Travis looked over at Jesse, asleep under the ragged blanket they had. Right now, they had nowhere to go, but nowhere was better than home. Taking the last drag of his cigarette, he closed his tired eyes. Sleeping was not an option; not when he knew anything could happen and his brother was so dependent on him. Not when they were all each other had.

[Abby! (:]

"Thank you so much ma'am..." Sydney looked at a woman who passed by and gave her a few dollars, possibly enough for Sydney to be able to feed herself and Elijah, as well as wash clothing for a few days. The seventeen year old never imagined herself as homeless, she never thought that she and her two year old son would be out here alone. Jumping from shelter to shelter, with nobody to care for them or anything.

About three years before hand Sydney was the perfect little school girl, went to church every Sunday morning. Got straight A's. One night though she slipped up, ended up pregnant. When baby Elijah came around they tried to take her baby at the hospital and put him up for adoption. Something that was NOT okay with Sydney. So now she was stuck in this possition. Though she was happy she didn't give up her son, he was the only reason she never gave up. The only reason she continued to love.

She stroked the child's cheek gently. He was fast asleep, curled up in her lap sucking on his pacifier. He looked so much like his father and it kind of scared Sydney. She loved him though, Elijah was hers. Elijah whined a little and smacked his lips, staying asleep.



Abby fails x.x