Author: Lacey Raine

Chapter 39

 It'd been three weeks since Jonah had come back to me.

Adam had reported his uncle, but not Blain, and got himself put into a Care Home. It was kinda sad, really, seeing him leave. But he promised to keep in touch. However, it gave Jonah and I a hell of a lot more alone time.

We were just sitting and chatting one night, when Jonah looked up and smiled at me. "For fear of sounding cheesy, Luke, d'you have any idea how much you've changed my life?" He whispered.

"Don't talk wet," I scoffed, though I could feel the pink tinge on my cheeks.

"I'm not. Think about it. Think about how we were when we first met," He said. "I was a smackhead prostitute who swore every two words and you were terrified to speak to me in case I bit your head off. And now look at us."

"True. Well. You've changed my life too," I pulled him onto my lap.

"How?" He asked, kissing my cheek.

"You showed me that Gina wasn't the One. She'd been cheating on me," I pointed out.

"I love you," He rested his head on my shoulder.

"I love you more," I replied.

"Lies," He shot back.

"Not!" I said, tickling him until he squirmed.

"Okay, okay, stop," He squealed, between giggles.

"Say 'Luke's the best in the world, ever,'" I said, not stopping.

"Never!" He said, defiantly, despite the fact he could barely breathe for laughing.

"Well, I'll never stop then, will I?" I shot back, scrabbling under his armpits, were I knew he was the most ticklish.

"Okay, okay!" He screamed. "Luke's the best in the world, ever. Happy?"

"Yep," I grinned, stopping. I tried to sit up but he pulled me back down on top of him.

"I love you," He murmered, kissing my neck.

"I love you too," I replied, squeezing him gently, before propping myself up on my elbows to look at him properly.


My Jonah. My baby boy; the short, skinny, long-haired boy with the smile to die for and a heart of gold. The seventeen year old boy in the grey skinny jeans and the baggy Green Day tee-shirt. The ex-prostitute who still had injection wounds on his arms as a mark of his addiction. The innocent teenager who never hurt anyone intentionally, but was brought up in a world of pain. The boy who was used and abused by so many people that he grew up believing he'd never be loved. Jo-Jo was a lot of things to a lot of people, but to me he was just Jonah.

Just Jonah. Just the boy I'd picked up in the park. Just the boy I'd fallen in love with. Just the boy who'd pretty much dragged me into a stange world that I'd never properly understood.

Just Jonah. Just a Runaway.

And just mine.


The End.

But don't worry!! There's more to come...


Notify me when...

"This extract remains the exclusive property of the author who retains all copyright and other intellectual property rights in the work. It may not be stored, displayed, published, reproduced or used by any person or entity for any purpose without the author's express permission and authority."

Please rate and comment on this work
The writer appreciates your feedback.

Book overall rating (No. of ratings: 
Would you consider buying this book?
Yes | No
Your rating:
Post a comment Share with a friend
Your first name:
Your email:
Recipient's first name:
Recipient's email:

Worthy of Publishing is against spam. All information submitted here will remain secure, and will not be sold to spammers.

No advertising or promotional content permitted.