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Some Will Seek Forgiveness,
Others Escape

By --->alysha

 

They say we're trouble. They say we have no clue and not to get involved with us. But they have no
idea, if following your heart makes you trouble, well we're all screwed.

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"I don't want you talking to the boy anymore. I've told you more than once, next time, you're in
for a rude awakening my dearest," my mother hissed as I walked past her, heading for the door.
"You can't. Mom, I really do love Lucas. I don't see why you can't understand it." I turned around
when I got to the door, hoping my mother would finally comprehend how much I loved Luke...needed
Luke.
"Aubry, I fully understand how much you love him. What you don't understand is that he's no good for
you. He's just going to get in you in trouble that will be hard to get out of," she said harshly. A
truck horn honked outside, drawing my attention to it.
"You can't stop me mom. I love him and nothing you say can bring me away from him!" My hand reached
for the door knob, pulling it hard enough to make it slam.
"Hey baby! You and your mom have a fight again?" I nodded, trying to hide the fact I was almost in
tears. Luke reached out to grab my hand, squeezing it gently. He released my hand and put the pickup
in drive, slamming on the gas, making my head slam against the rest.
"So where are we going?" Lucas smiled a suspicious grin and looked over back to the road.
"We're getting out of this town Aubry, like I told you," he said in a in a weird tone. I smiled,
covering the fact that I was worried. We continued down the highway, wind blowing in our faces.
Closing my eyes, I pictured us living life together, no one to be against us, no one to tell us how
to live our lives. Seemed like the perfect plan, running away. That is until we got about 20 miles
down the road and I realized we were just a couple of kids. Kids who had never done anything
completely on their own...


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"I have to stop and get gas sweetie, ok?" He opened the drivers door and stepped out to the pump. I
watched him as he went through the whole process, putting the cap back on his tank after filling up.
Luke breezed past my door and headed inside. I turned away and looked to the desolate old town,
turning up the radio before I turned my head. Leaning my weary head back, I closed my eyes and felt
the memories Lucas and I had made come flooding back. I smiled, trying to believe we could make it.
Just then I felt the driver door open and someone plop down. My eyes flew open, revealing an excited
Luke. He smiled at me and tore off.
"Paid for the gas. Got some money from the ATM too," he mumbled. I looked down at the grocery sack
full of cash. I raised my eyebrows and looked back to him.
"Luke! You fucking robbed the place didn't you? Didn't you!?" His foot flew to the brake, stopping
suddenly. Luke looked me straight in the eye, anger filling his retinas.
"What the fuck did you just say Aubry!? Huh?!" Tears welled up in my eyes as he smacked me across
the cheek, hard.
"Nothing. I didn't say anything Lucas," I hissed. I lifted my feet up and put them to my chest,
turning toward the door. I was ashamed and hurt, as if it wasn't obvious. My tear ducts opened and
those salty drops came pouring out. My mothers words rang through my head as we passed the next mile
marker.
"That's right. You never talk to me that way, bitch," he breathed. I sighed, wishing I was home. My
thoughts were interrupted by an abrupt acceleration on the trucks part. I looked behind us, hearing
sirens. Just as I had thought, he robbed it. Why else would Luke be running from the cops? My head
automatically shook as we turned onto a gravel road, shutting our lights off and tearing onto an
already harvested cornfield. My head it the top of the cab, sending a shrill pain to my temples. The
sirens sound disappeared along with the lights. Luke pulled onto the road and found his way back to
the highway, acting as if nothing happened. A motel appeared in the distance, drawing mine and
Lucas's attention to it. He drove in and turned off the pickup.
"Stay in the car. I'm getting us a room, ok?" He smiled softly and put his hand to my face. I melted
under his touch, taking back all the hatred I was aiming at him. He kissed my lips softly and pulled
away, slipping out of the truck. Moments later, I was sitting on a dirty hotel bed looking at a
broken T.V screen with Luke beside me.
"I love you, you know that right?" Luke touched my hand, gripping his around mine. I sighed and
smiled meekly.
"I know Luke. I love you too," I murmured. He turned over, facing me. Luke traced his finger up my
arm, stopping when he got to my shoulder, pulling my tank top strap down. He reached up and kissed
my lips in a sudden manner. I kissed him back, feeling his body press against mine. He sat up,
scooting closer to me. Lucas's mouth inched closer to my neck, leaving small bite marks when he got
there. I closed my eyes and tried not to feel like I was being forced into this. I knew if I pulled
away, Luke was just beat me until I was in the mood.


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I woke up to the sound of a truck starting. I turned and looked to the other side of the bed. Lucas
was gone. Jumping out of bed, I looked around the hotel, seeing everything had been taken and that
Luke's truck was also gone. Tears streamed down my face, as I realized what had just happened. I had
been ditched in the middle of nowhere by the supposed love of my life. I heard sirens in the
distance, getting closer each second. After about a minute, there were two police cars outside the
motel. I cursed out loudly and gathered up what things hadn't been taken. I heard yelling outside
the door, telling me to come out. I slipped out the back emergency exit and ran into the grove
behind the motel. Seconds later, crouching down in the bushes and leaves, I watched 4 policemen
emerge through the exit. My heart pounded as I watched them run around the area. One of the four
brushed right past me, not noticing me planted between the bushes. It had become apparent now. Lucas
had pinned the robbery on me. He must've called in and told them that it was me that had robbed the
convenience store and then tried to escape from the law. As if it wasn't bad enough to ditch me in
the middle of the night out in nowhere, he had to blame a felony on me too. The cops disappeared and
I made my way to the side of the motel, leaning up against the wall. I let myself break down,
sobbing as I dialed the number to my home.
"Hello!?" The angry voice of my mother rang through the receiver.
"Mom?" I heard a sigh of relief come from the other end.
"Aubry? Is that you sweetie?"
"Yeah. Mom I need you," I cried. My sniffles were louder than my voice.
"Ok, where are you?" I turned my head to look at the blinking sign on top of the motel.
"I'm at the Super 8 Motel in Beyer." My head turned back to face the weeds.
"Alright honey, I'm coming." I smiled, hoping she would hurry. The other end clicked and I hung up.


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Like I said, they said we're trouble. Well maybe they're right. Maybe we're all just a bunch of
troubled kids in the end. Just a bunch of love-sick troubled kids. Or, is it that we just take the
rap and get in trouble for the ones we love? Whatever the reason, the saying is never going to
change...never.

 

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