Beloved

Chapter One

(Picture of Kristen)

KRISTEN'S P.O.V.

"Nobody even wants you here, you know that?"

Even though I already knew that, my eyes still burned with unshed tears when she spoke those words. My cheeks heated up with embarrassment. As I looked at my feet, I could feel her hateful glare on me. Before the tears filled my eyes, I ran upstairs.

Tears were running down my face as I entered my room. I wiped the tears of self-hatred away with the back of my hand and pulled a duffle bag out of my closet. As I stuffed the most necessary stuff down the bag, I thought of what I was going to do. I didn't have a plan. 

In the back of my closet, a little metal box was hidden, containing my saved up money. I had hidden them from my "family" to see. Having money meant that I maybe, just maybe, had a chance of surviving on my own.

The last thing I packed was the most important. The old discoloured picture.

My heart beat faster as my clammy hands grabbed the box and the photo. I stuffed them down the bag. I looked frantically around my room, making sure I had everything I needed. Although this had been my room most of my childhood, I hated it. I hated the dirty walls, the crappy bed and the stupid plastic lamp. It was small, especially compared to the other kids' rooms. But it didn't matter. Hopefully, I was never going to see this room again.

After getting my shoes and a jacket on, I quickly stepped downstairs. Just as I reached the front door, I turned my head and saw him sitting at the dinner table, observing me.

"I wouldn't come back if I were you." Pete sneered, a smug look on his face. I nodded once and smiled sweetly at him, making sure he knew it was fake.

"Of course not," I responded with hate in my eyes as I walked out of the door.

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My feet began to hurt after I had walked for a few hours. I made sure to follow the road, so I wouldn't get completely lost. The road seemed to go forever. A few abounded houses were scattered down the road and cars were speeding past me, showing no sign of slowing down. The wind hit my pale skin and I tried the best I could to wrap my jacket further around me.

The sky was getting darker, reminding me that I needed to find shelter for the night. Although I knew that it was dangerous for a girl to hitchhike, especially when she's alone, I needed to find a motel before the day turned to night. As I waited with my arm stretched out, I thought about my past.

I was at the age of four when my parents passed away in a car accident. I was immediately put in the arms of my father's stepbrother and his wife. As I grew up, it became clear that I was unwanted in my new family. The couple, Pete and Kathryn, had two kids a bit younger than me. Calvin, who was 18 and an absolute arrogant jerk. And 16-year-old Sally, who wouldn't stop whining about her easy, rich life. 

The only proof I had of my parents and their existence was an old photo of them holding me when I was only 2. My grandmother gave me it on her deathbed when I was 9 years old.

My train of depressing thoughts got interrupted by a champagne-coloured car. The window rolled down and a woman with big curly hair popped out of the window.

"Hey, need a ride?" Her lips were formed into a grin. She looked to be around 30. Her hair was beautiful, a caramel honey brown, just a bit lighter than her skin colour. I looked through the window and saw a little boy sitting in the back seat. I quickly came to the conclusion that it was safe to go with them.

"Yes, please. Is there a motel nearby?" I bent down a bit to be at eye height with the woman.

"There should be one not too far away, I'd say it'll take around 30 minutes," she held a brief pause before she continued.

"We're already heading that direction, so hop on in." The woman I still haven't gotten the name of, spoke.

I opened the door to the passenger seat and smiled at the boy, who looked like he was around 6 years old while putting on my seat belt. It turned out that the woman's name was Cheryl, and her son's name was Tim. They were on their way home from the movies. I couldn't help but smile at their small family. I wish I had that. A hint of jealousy drifted through me, but I quickly hid it with a smile.

Cheryl asked me about myself and I told her the basics. That my name was Kristen and I was 19. I enjoyed the small talk and focused on asking her questions, so the attention wouldn't go to me, the young runaway.

"I hope it's okay that I ask, honey. But why were you out here all alone?" She asked and I shifted awkwardly. What would she do if I told her? Cheryl was being so nice to me and I didn't want to ruin the mood. So I lied.

"I'm meeting a friend at the motel. I missed the bus and I thought I'd be able to walk to the motel instead." I ran my hand over my mouth quickly as I told the lie. I hated lying. Without looking the slightest suspicious, Cheryl nodded her head. I breathed out in relief.

She didn't ask any more questions and the car fell silent. Ten minutes later, the car stopped and outside was the typical crappy motel. I just hoped that it didn't cost much for one night. After thanking Cheryl and saying goodbye to her son, I got out of the car.

The building was two stories high and cream coloured, with 'MOTEL' written in red letters on a sign over, what I assumed, was the entrance.

Hesitantly, I opened the door and stepped inside. A man, who looked like he was bored to death, sat behind the desk. He noticed me and observed my every move, as I walked over to the desk. I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly.

"How can I help you?" He asked, looking me over.

"Um yes, I'd like a room for the night."

After paying for the room and getting the key, I went looking for the room. 

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Heyyy so this is the first chapter..

Did it suck? Yes?

I promise the other ones will be longer, I just needed a start

And check out the beauty (the pic I attached that I hope you can see)
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Edit from 2019: the first couple of chapters were written when I was 15, but the grammar and writing improve tremendously throughout the story. I hope you'll stick with it! 

(I don't intend on ever editing this story, but I have quickly fixed any large grammar mistakes in this chapter)