The Boy On The Run

CHAPTER THREE

Song: Tortured Soul by Chord Overstreet

CHAPTER THREE.

*Flashback*

"Wow! You're butt looks great in those jeans, you should wear them more often."

I turn to glance at Bryce standing in the doorway and chuckle, "And if I don't?"

She scoffs, "You better or I will stop wearing yoga pants."she says with a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

I smirk, "Then I'll have to keep wearing them."

I sit up on my bed and grab her arm, pulling her towards me. She sits on my lap and wraps her legs around my waist. She cups my face in her small hands and attaches her lips to mine. I run my fingers through her dark brown hair and and breathe in her lightly scented perfume, and smile.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

She giggles, "Only all the time."

"How long have we been together now?" I ask.

She slaps my chest and smiles. "Oh, only three years now, you know, not that big of a deal."

I smirk and lay down. "Where do you want to go for dinner?"

She grabs at the waist of my jeans and shrugs. "I don't know about you, but I want a burger." She tells me and lays on my chest.

I wrap my arms tightly around her. "Burgers it is."

I feel her heartbeat against mine. "How did I ever get such a sweet, sexy, man?"

*Present*

4:06 a.m.

I glance up at the night sky as the moon light shines down on me. I chuckle softly, "Bryce, you were one of a kind." I murmur to myself. "Only if you were still here." I sigh and close my eyes.

It's almost impossible for me to sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see her next to me. I rub my tired eyes and sit up. I quickly light a cigarette and watch as the stars twinkle. I wish I could tell her I love her one last time.

*******

The Next Day.

11:30p.m.

I walk past an old, small, run down convenient store and work my way down the alley.

"Aye!"

I ignore the group of guys watching me and continue to walk down the alley.

"Yo, I'm talkin' to you!"

I turn around with my hands in my jacket pockets. "Look man, I don't want any trouble." I tell him.

"Thats a nice watch you got there."

"Yeah, thanks." I turn around and begin to walk towards the orphanage.

"I wasn't done talking to you."

"Well, I was done talking to you."

He smirks, "Look smart ass, do you know who you're talking to?" The other three men stand next to the guy and crack their knuckles.

"Am I suppose too?"

"Give me your watch."

I chuckle, "Am I suppose to be scared?"

He nods, "You should be."

"And why's that?"

One of the big guys lung towards me and slams their fist onto my mouth. I spit out blood and wipe my lips with my sleeve and smile, "Is that all you got?"The big guy cracks his neck and goes to throw another punch. I grab his fist and twist his arm and throw a punch with all my force into his face. Without a doubt, he falls to the floor, knocked out cold. "Anyone else?" The two guys charge at me and punch me in the gut, causing me to spit up more blood. I grab their heads and knock them together. After they gain their balance back they push me up against the brick wall of the building and throw more punches. I kick one of the two guys in the gut and he falls to the ground, picking himself up. I grab my pistole out of my holster and point it at them. One of the guys runs away and the other puts his hands up.

"Okay, Okay." He yells out. "I don't want any trouble." he takes a few steps back and turns around and runs away.

I quickly put my gun back in the holster and wipe my mouth with my hands.

*******

Later that evening.

I quietly hop through Able's window and crack it. The door squeaks open.

" HOLY s**t!"

I cover Ables mouth and close the door. " Shut up man!"

" Sully, sorry. You scared me. I wasn't expecting you."

I rub my Lip, " Ab-"

" What happened?" He questions and looks closely at my face.

I chuckle, " Yeah, I could ask you the same thing. Seeing that you have a black eye and all." I run my dry bloody fingers through my hair. " What did he do now?"

He scoffs. " Well. You were all over the news. They were saying how you are armed and dangerous, which is a f*****g lie!"

" Language!"

" Sorry.. and Braiden and his group of friends were watching it and they said mean things about you. So I popped him one."

" Abe, you can't go around knocking peoples teeth out."

He laughs. "And what about you?"

" What about me?"

He crosses his arms over his chest and grins but stays silent.

" This?" I gesture towards my bruised and bloody face.

he nods.

" This wasn't my fault."

"How so?"

I quickly pull my jacket and shirt off. "The guy punched me, I didn't intend to fight anyone. Now, can I have a different shirt, please?"

" Sure, what did he want?" He asks. He opens up his closet and rummages through a box. He tosses me my shirt as I pull it on.

" They, wanted my watch for some damn reason."

He grabs my arm and looks at the watch attached to my wrist. "Is this the one that Bryce got you?"

I nod.

"So where are you sleeping tonight?" He asks and scratches his bruised cheek.

I shrug. "As always, anywhere that I can find a bench or something."

~*~