to run away

Date: 10/22/2017

i was in this home and i was forced to stay in the attic. i wasn’t allowed out. and even though the cruel lady who owned the place was never there, she still always found out about things. i was friends with almost everyone there and i would watch them play in the yard through the small window in the attic. sometimes if they needed something, i would through it out the window or pulley it down on a rope. i started doing something that wasn’t allowed and i knew that when the owner would find out, she would punish me like never before. so i ran away. i didn’t take anything with me or say bye to anyone, i just took off. i started running i think. but then came upon a junk yard/ car place. i stole a old motorcycle. it was torn up and rusted and there were rags replacing the seat but it worked, kind of. it only went about 16mph and i had to go faster than that. so i road it for awhile, thinking the entire time ‘why didn’t i bring my phone’. i eventually came upon a repair shop. i pulled in then knocked on a door. if opened up. i said, “my bike is going really slow and i really need to go faster. i have to get away from here.” he looked at the bike. then i got back on the bike and drove a bit to show him and it ended up going way faster than it was before. we went back over to the room and he was talking to me. he kept calling me sweetie and darling which made me feel good because no one ever calls me things like that. i think he gave me a different pair of shoes. he seemed genuinely nice and big hearted so when he offered to give me a place to stay for the night, i agreed to it. i’m not sure how i got to his house, but i got there. it was getting dark out when we got there. he introduced me to his family. his wife, his eldest son, his younger son, and daughter, and a toddler son. they were a great family. the boys had a little competition about who had the most hair on their body. i know. ew. the dad, the man that rescued me, was leaving in a few days. i don’t know how many days i stayed there but i loved it. i knew she would eventually find me and maybe hurt them in the process. and i couldn’t risk that. so i ran away again. and as much as i loved them, i left without saying goodbye. i hopped on the motorcycle and took off once again. at some point, days later, i turned back. i drove back to them. i didn’t go back to them though, i stayed hidden for awhile, watching over them. on the day he was leaving, i hid behind the large bushes across the highway from the house. they were all outside hugging and kissing him while he packed up his old pick up truck. the driver door was open and he was about to get in and leave. i couldn’t let him leave and forget about me. i had to say goodbye. i started walking from the bushes and the oldest boy saw me. “dad.” he said he turned and looked at him. “look.” he pointed to me. he then turned and looked at me, his eyes turned into soft chocolate and his face showed relief. i ran to him and he step forward. i jumped in his arms and we hugged. forever. i felt so loved, i cried. we said our goodbyes. he got in his truck and then this time, he drove away.