Away
Lydia's story pt2
13-06-2021 • Detective • by Sofia A
Hey everybody! This is the second part of Lydia's story; a three-part story I'm writing! If you didn't read last week's article, which was part one, you can click here, so you'll know what's going on.

Now let's get into part two!


Lydia Bure shivered. She was looking at Larry Bure; her brother, the police man who had hunted her down. She was so close to the train station, so close to freedom and yet she had gotten caught. She couldn't run away.

Larry laughed and Lydia felt the sudden urge to punch him in the face. She clenched her teeth and stayed still.

"Hi, little sister." he said. "You're not running away, are you? Our father would be devastated. You don't want to end up like our mother, do you? You're so young, it would be a pity if you were to tragically disappear." He told her this trying to look as if he cared about her, but he was grinning. He expected her to scream, to cry and to fight, because he knew he could beat her in that. It just took one punch; he was much stronger than her, he would win very easily. But he was not smarter than her. Plus, he underestimated her.
She took a look at the fence separating her from the station. It was closed. She had to climb. She hated climbing.

She was good at it, but never good enough. It was, along with running, the only thing that made her feel like she was breaking free from her miserable life, but always, as she was reaching the end, almost touching the sky, standing on the tallest branch of the tallest tree, or about to arrive at the end of the running field, in that moment something happened and she was stopped. Normally it was her father, who would scream at her and hit her with something. At that point she'd fall down, hitting the grass. And her dreams always shattered.

Right there, near the train station's fence, it was her brother who was shattering her dreams. He was just a younger and slightly smaller version of her father. He still had the same cruel grin, the same evil lights in his eyes.

Lydia clenched her fists. 'No' she told herself. 'Not this time. This time I'll run away.' She looked up, right into her brother's eyes.

"Larry." she smiled as innocently as she could manage. "Alright, I'll come with you." he seemed surprised, but he smiled back.
"Let's go, little sister. I'll take you home with my bicycle." Lydia nodded and started walking next to him. After a few steps she screamed, pointing to something on their left. Larry turned in that direction and she ran as fast as she could towards the closed fence.

Her brother's bicycle was right under it, so she jumped on it to have enough push to climb the fence. She arrived to the top and she heard Larry screaming at her, but she didn't stop. She jumped down and fell on the ground.

There was no time to slow down, so she got up and she ran to the first train she saw. She should've bought a ticket, it was the right thing to do, but she couldn't wait a second more. Behind her, her brother was opening the fence; he would catch her soon. She had to go.

Lydia ran as fast as she could, the sound of Larry's footsteps getting nearer and nearer. Her fingers brushed against the train, which started moving.

She was so close...

To be continued...

Illustrations by Claudia