The Fighter

Chapter Sixteen

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I made my way down stairs to look for food but stopped short once I heard dad talking to Chase. "I don't know Chase. I get it that you want to help with the loans and the bills but I don't think that I will ever be able to pay them back."

"But I'll work hard for Shelly! You guys can't leave!" He exclaimed. My eyebrows shot up.

"I don't have any other option but to sell this house and go back to Denver." He sighed. I gasped.

"What?" I asked. "No dad no please..." I pleaded.

"Shelly, I'm sorry. I can't do anything." Tears made their way down my cheeks. Dad wheeled himself out of the room leaving me and Chase to talk.

"Chase no! I'm not leaving.."

"Cherry-"

"No!" I ran out of the house.

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Running from my house was one stupid decision I made, seeing that I was lost and I had no idea where I was going. "Stupid!" I whisper to myself. And the best part is that I left my phone at home. Oh why did I run from my house? 

I walked straight ahead. The night was getting cold and I was starting to worry if I'll ever reach home again. I wrapped my arms around myself and continued walking. Many cars passed me and I tried asking for left, but none of them seemed interested to help a girl until a car stopped right beside me. I smiled in victory and walked towards it. The driver rolled down his window. 

"Uh hi, can you help me out a bit here? I need a ride home." The guy smiled sweetly at me. 

"Sure thing creamy puff. Why don't you get inside." I smiled at him and got into the passengers side. The guy on the driver's seat looked around the age of 25. He had brown hair, and hazel eyes. "So what's your name?"  He asked.

"Shelly." I replied.

"I'm Dylan. So, where to?" I put on a thinking face. I decided to head to the gym instead of home. I told him the address. He looked a bit unsure but headed towards-which I guess is-the gym. "So, how did you get lost?"

"I ran from home in anger and lost directions." I say simply. 

"Oh." He said. "Well if it makes you feel any better, I ran away from home when I was 15. Never once returned." My jaw dropped as I turned to face him.

"What why?" I asked him. He shrugged. 

"Mom and dad were always fighting. Their relationship got worse when mom started drinking and brought strangers home to have fun. Dad would bring sluts from strip clubs and have his fun. No one noticed. Never have they ever called me once to ask where I am or what am I doing."

"Wow...." I breathed out. "That must be rough." I saw him shrug. 

"Not really. I found a couple of guys when I was on the run. They helped me, changed me even." An evil smiled spread across his face. "You made a big mistake to take a  lift from me cream puff." He said.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked as his voice became colder. He laughed and faced me. 

"You sure are lost...." He said. He took a quick turn  and drove as fast as he could. 

"Stop! Where are we going? Stop the car!" I say as he sign which said 'Thank you for visiting New York. Come again soon' 

"Oh you'll see." he said. I tried to open the door and jump out out but the door wouldn't budge. "Child lock." He said. I screamed in frustration. I balled my palm in a fist and punched him in the face. The car skid to a stop.