Runaway
Author: Lacey Raine

Chapter 5
Jonah

 I couldn't beleive I'd just told him all that. I'd never told anyone, apart from Blain. What surprised me more was his reaction. When I'd came home all those times in tears and told Blain I'd been raped he told me that it was my fault for saying no. But Luke actually seemed shocked that someone would actually do that.

I felt uncomfortable staying at Luke's place without paying him for it. "D'you have a newspaper?" I asked.

"Er... I think so, why?"

"Because, I want to find a job," I informed him haughtily.

"You're not strong enough to work,"

"Fuck off. I'm stronger than I look," I scoffed.

"I don't think many people would hire you. You're young," He shook his head. I clenched my fists.

"Fine then. I'll do the only thing I know how to do," I said, through gritted teeth. "I feel like a right bastard mooching a room off you."

"You're not mooching," He said. "You're staying here for as long as you need to and that's final."

"I feel bad," I said. "I want to pay you. But I can't. Unless you wanted to..." I know he said he had a girlfriend, but a lot of my regulars were married. He shook his head. I sighed with relief. I couldn't take pleasing more men.

Luke's mobile beeped suddenly. He looked at his phone. "Gina wants me to pick her up from work," He said.

"Okay," I replied.

"D'you... d'you want me to tell her no?" He said. I shook my head. "D'you wanna come with me?"

"I'd rather not," I replied.

"Sure you'll be okay on your own?"

"Positive," I replied. He looked unsure. "Look, if you're worried about me or anything, you don't have to be. Tell you what," I sat in the chair that had my rucksack hanging on the back. "I'll stay here. Won't move an inch." He sighed and left me alone in the flat.

I only noticed then that I was shaking. Withdrawl symptoms from the drugs, I assumed. I sighed and reached into my backpack, finding the small notebook. I pulled it out and grabbed a pen from the coffee table. My diary was the only thing I owned that I dared keep secret from Blain. I'd nicked it ages ago and hid it under our mattress. I wrote in it when he was asleep or when I was alone. It made me feel like a stupid little girl but I couldn't help it. I needed somebody to confide in.

I don't understand.

This guy, Luke, he's being so nice to me. I have no idea why. I've never met him before in my life. Everyone else in the park left me alone, just walked right past me. That's what I wanted. My life wasn't worth living- I just wanted to die. I told him that, but he wouldn't listen.

He brought me back to his flat. He gave me a warm bath and a clean dry room. I can't remember the last time I had that. In one of the Homes, probably. I thought he'd make me do something for him, force himself on me or something. But he's not like Blain or Davey or any of the others. He's... nice.

I don't see why he cares. I've never met him before in my life. I was just some homeless guy sleeping rough in the park. Granted, if he was a kind-spirited person he might hand money to a hobo, but I never in a million years expected him to let me into his home.

He says I can stay as long as I need to.

I can't help wondering how long it'll be before someone finds me.

I sighed and shoved the diary back into my damp bag. I knew somebody was going to find me. Blain himself, probably. He wouldn't report me, but if he wanted me back, he'd come looking for me.

And I knew he wouldn't give up until he found me.

 

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