Fairytale of New York COMPLETE | By : RobbiesMonkey Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 3100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Chapter One
Her heart was in her mouth as she ran down the street, hoping he wouldn't wake up and catch her. After 6 years of terror she was finally running, to where, she wasn't sure. She wasn't even sure if she would survive but she had to try. The beatings were getting worse...she could barely get out of bed after the last one. She turned right at the next street, heading for the subway station. If she could make the train before he woke up she might make it. If she didn't make it and he caught her she wouldn't have anything to worry about. She knew he would kill her. $263 was all she had. She had secreted it away over the last 10 months....using his beer cans. He let them build up until there was a small fortune, so she would steal about $25 worth each month. She had wanted to save up $500 but she couldn't wait any longer. It was now or never. She looked over her shoulder to be sure he wasn't following her and breathed a sigh of relief when no one was there, pulling out the subway fare from her pocket and entering the station. She took the stairs down to the subway platform and waited in a corner for the train to pull in. Once it did she got on and sat down in a quiet end of the subway car and began to look in her bag. She pulled her hair into a pony tail and tucked it into her over sized hoodie and then pulled a baseball cap on, wearing it low on her face, shadowing most of her face, then she pulled on a pair of Chad's dark sunglasses and pulled the hood up over the hat, hiding even more of her face. With the baggy sweat pants, sneakers and large hoodie, she hoped she looked like a teen boy. It was going to be her disguise for a few more weeks at least.
She took the train to the west side of town, near to the Greyhound station, hoping to take a bus far away...maybe to Canada, Chad couldn't find her in Canada could he? Once she got there she made her way to the men's washroom, luck was with her, it was one of the single toilet ones where she could lock the door and be alone. She used the toilet and washed her hands, before starting at her reflection. She did look sort of boyish...she pulled off her hat and reached into her back for the scissors she had stuck in there. Taking a deep breath and almost crying, she began to cut her long shiny dark hair off, close to the scalp, leaving the top a bit longer, when she was done she had a messy boy haircut. She could let her eyebrows grow in, that would make her more masculine. Nodding her head she decided it would have to do. She slung the hat back on her head, stuck the shades back over her face and tried to look butch as she left the washroom and headed for the ticket counter.
“How much to Toronto?” She asked, lowering her voice slightly so she didn't sound so feminine.
“$357.” The man behind the counter didn't even look up at her.
“Where can I get for $200?” She asked. He punched in some numbers on his computer and began reading off Cities.
“New York City, Chicago, Pittsburgh, Phoenix...should I go on?” He asked finally glancing up at her.
“Nah, New York please.” She said sliding the money through the slot in the counter and took her ticket from him. She had 2 hours to kill and she made her way over to the snack bar to get a sandwich and a drink. She was taking the last sip of her apple juice when Chad walked right past her. She froze and felt her heart begin to hammer, he was here looking for her. She fought down the wave of nausea that threatened to explode from her and calmly stood up and threw her trash in the bin and with a will she didn't know she had she nonchalantly walked past Chad who was stand and turning in cirlces as he searched for her. She heard him muttering to himself.
“I'll slit her throat when I find her.” Icy shivers shot down her spine but she did not quicken her pace, just stared forward and passed by him.
“143 to New York City now boarding” came the call and she took a deep breath. If she could get on the bus she would be safe. She chose a seat halfway back and watched out the window, not relaxing til the bus pulled out of the station. When it did she almost cried, she was tasting the first hint of freedom she had experienced in 6 years. She didn't allow herself to worry about what would happen once she got to New York, she would figure something out, she spent the time on the bus, sleeping, watching the country roll by her or snacking on food she bought at rest stops along the way.
It was mid-afternoon when the bus rolled into New York City, she had practically pressed her nose to the window and stared as it drove over the bridge into Manhattan, amidst hundreds of cars, horns blaring. When she stepped off the bus and looked at the towering building she felt terrified. She wasn't some country bumpkin from a town in the boonies, she was from St. Louis but the crush of the buildings, almost blocking out the sunlight was something she had never experienced. Some man bumped into her as she stared up at the buildings and yelled,
“Watch it buddy.” She shook her head at his abrasiveness but was delighted her disguise fooled him but now she needed a place to stay and a way to make some money. She walked to the phone book and looked up YMCA. Sure it was a catchy song but it was also a place that gave young men a safe place to spend the night. She hoped they still did that, it was October and it wasn't too cold now in her big sweater but the nights were going to be really cold. There was no phone book in the phone booth but she called 411 and got a number to call that directed her to where she could go that wasn't too far. She could walk there they told her, it should take her about 30-40 minutes. That seemed like a long walk to her but apparently in New York it wasn't.
She spent the night there and in the lobby they had job postings, she took the number and address for a bus boy in restaurant nearby. She lied about experience, claiming she had bussed tables in a bar back in St. Louis. The manager gave her the job and asked her to fill out the payroll forms, she wrote down her real name and Social Security number but she checked off Male instead of Female, she was never so glad she had a name that was used by both sexes. The manager who's name was Franko returned and too the papers, glanced at them and then said.
“Alright Logan, let's get you a uniform.”
New Fucking York! He loved it here. The hustle and bustle, the honking horns, the crowds, the food, the clubs, everything. Maybe he would buy an apartment here. Here he could walk down the street with a hat on and no one knew who he was, he was just another anonymous person. He was glad they were shooting the movie here, nothing like a big budget action movie filled with deadly stunts to make his pulse race. He was actually on his way to the set now, walking with a cup of coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other, a bag slung around his chest, carrying all his necessities. He was smiling so broadly that even a few grumpy New Yorkers felt the urge to smile back and say good morning. He had a feeling that this movie shoot was going to change his life. He reached the huge studio warehouse and was met by the security at the doors.
“Good Morning Mr. Bloom.” They both greeted him.
“Great morning isn't it?” He chuckled.
tbc..............
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