Running.

Intro.

Ivory Chaotica Hale

“Ivory!” Peyton cried out. “Come back!”

With tears streaming down my face, I ran. “Peyton, no!”

“C’mon sweetheart!” He yelled.

“No!” I yelled back, still running. He was following me. “Leave me alone!”

“No, I love you!”

“No you don’t!”

He stopped running, but I didn’t.

I ran, and ran.

My life was a mess.

My parents were dead, my boyfriend was a complete jerk. Never date a jock.

My boyfriend was a perfectionist, and he’d attempted abuse several times, but he had never gotten me. And he never will.

I was running, and I wasn’t coming back this time.

I had been running from his house, he’d tried to kiss me, and I didn’t want him to.

I fled from my home. My home in Seattle, Washington, and I was never, ever going back.

Finding ways to get to Manhattan wasn’t easy, nowhere near simple, either.

Since barely anyone knew me, I got my name permanently changed to Chaotica Willow Daniels, and started my new life in Manhattan. I was “a relative” of the Daniels family, or so we all said. I was 15, almost 16, and I was sure that I could find something to do with my life. I’d already started at my new school; Wellington High School. And I’ve made some new friends, but I’ll tell you right now that this was not the last time that you will hear of Peyton Gregory Jackson. He’ll be back.

He is back.

Kiss A Girl by Skye Sweetnam