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[Ship: Belgium x Fem! Abused! Runaway! Child! Reader|Setting: A small town in US country side|Time era: Modern/Today/Present]
Full title: Making Chocolate for a Young One.
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Chapter One: Running Away
You were just walking along an abandoned road in the middle of nowhere. No houses in sight. No cars in sight. How this happened, you didn't want to think about.
~*Le flashback*~
"Don't you realize how dangerous it is to leave the house after dark?!" your mother yelled at you. A mere nod was your response.
"Why'd you leave then?!" your father said sternly. When you didn't reply, he slapped you upside the head. "WHY?!"
"B-b-b-because. I-I-I-I-I needed a-a-a little b-break fr-from th-this." you stuttered in response, your voice barely above a whisper. A hand hit your face harshly. You whimpered at the suddenness of it.
"DON'T YOU F*CKING WHIMPER, YA LITLLE SH*T." your father yelled at you. You tried to make yourself smaller by backing up towards the wall.
-10 minutes later-
They were sleeping. That to you was perfect. You got dressed, silently walked out of your room, down the stairs, and to the back door. As soon as you put your shoes on, you were out the door, running like Hell was after you. You didn't stop. Not once until you were a good deals away from the town.
~*End flashback*~
Three days later, you ended up here. You never stopped moving your feet, only to go to the bathroom had you stopped. Now you wished someone would find you. Someone who was nice, and caring, who didn't hurt you physically, mentally, and emotionally. You got your wish on that one road. The empty abandoned road.
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Chapter Two: Finding a Light Called Hope
-3rd Person POV-
She saw headlights. She didn't know who the car belonged to. Sirens. She heard police sirens. She turned and ran into the field on her right. That's where she hid all night, waiting for the sirens and cars to go away. They went away around sunrise, to her happiness and joy. The (H/C) girl got up an went back to the side of the road, and started walking. She didn't know where to go, who to seek, but she kept walking anyways. She never realized that was the best thing she had ever done in her life until she was a lot older. For a week she had walked but she had not known she would find her next caretaker. No food, just water, she had survived off of for a week and a half.
-A week later-
She had found a town, so she had decided to walk around to see if she could find a place to stay for a while. After a half hour of walking around the town, she had found herself in a small neighborhood, so she had knocked on a random door, hoping someone would be kind enough to let her stay with them for a few days...The door had opened to reveal a blonde, green-eyed woman. The woman looked down and saw (Y/N).
"Are you alright?" she had asked. The young girl shook her head.
"N-no. I-I-I ran away from home and I-I-I-I need a place to stay for a bit. I-I was wondering if-if I could stay with y-you." THe young child had replied.
"Come inside, dear. My name is Emma. And your name is.." Emma had told her.
"M-my name is (Y/N). I-it's very nice to meet you Ms. Emma." (Y/N) had replied.
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