Song: Wait? -M83

"Where you off to miss, and why so late?" The bus diver asked as Anastasia jumped into the bus. She didn't look around the back of the bus, but at the moment it was dark and empty. The black sunglasses blocked out all light closing the bruise from being seen. On the corner of her eye she saw the man, he looked much older than her father, much wiser. He kept staring at her like she had a spider on her face.

"None of your goddamn business." Anastasia could feel all hell breaking loose, she could feel this violence that was burning the inside of her body. She enjoyed it, she liked that she had no more rules and anxiety. She liked the...

Rage.

The man rolled his eyes and just drove. Anastasia was getting a little paranoid again, well not all anxiety was lost but it showed her the light sees been seeking. Why would he ask where was she going? The route was to LAX, nothing should go wrong. right?

"Shit"

~

Anastasia drifted off out the foggy window, she felt shaky but pushed it aside like if she was just trying to fight the cold. Anastasia jumps back and faces her feet but her eyes were on the man, he kept looking at her from the rear mirror.

what was he thinking? She thought,

"you got a problem?" Anastasia's voice grew distant, It was quite strange for her to change this quickly. Just a couple of hours ago she was a little girl who never rose her voice, harmless. Tonight changed everything, she senses she could kill that man with just a knife stab to the throat.

Any man at this point

He stood silenced. What the hell could he want? Ugh, can't this ever stop?

The frustration hovered around her like a tornado until she saw the beautifully colored pillars. The shaded pillars shined brighter than Stars with planes looking like comets flying by. Anastasia felt the rush of rage flush away making her cry.

Painfully cry.

This was a sign of relief to herself and her own heart. Her whole body felt secured and stress-free. Her thighs drifted off all the tension like they were melting on the seats, her chest could finally breathe the crispy vomit scent that laid in the bus. Her heart pumped sweet biter blood, it gestured a sign. She was going to okay. From now on there were no more strain situations, no more regret of life. She was finally free, she could breathe again without feeling a brick pushing weight to her chest. Her head was placed on the window while her face was being buried on the cold brisk casement, she could just die at that moment, so peaceful. 

So beautiful.

The man felt sympathy towards the teenager, "you okay kid?" he asked trying not to push her to anything, but continued to keep his eyes on the road.

"ya... thank you for asking." She wipes her tears leaving a snout in her nostrils, where would she go next? She didn't think this through too well.

Hawaii?

japan?

Russia?

uh? Flordia?

"um... excuse me? busman? sir? hehe," She chuckled nervously, "uh- hi, ya" She quickly continued leaving the man no choice but to listen to the teenager. Slowly Anastasia walks towards the door, but the man was right beside the door as well.

"what's up?" The bus driver had a weak smile lingering on his face, he had a gut feeling of what was going on. He continued to drive, he could see The teenager from the front view mirror of the bus.

"where can I go? I mean... where should I go? sorry, I'm new at this... ha. I mean, Just tell me where I should go. " Anastasia has been having trouble wrapping her thoughts on what was going on at the moment. Everything was falling on her back, slipping from how heavy everything was making her feel. It was harder enough before, now that she's free she was speechless. It felt so relieving because before she couldn't feel anything from the top of her forehead all the way down to the bottom of her legs. She's never seen the beautiful things in life, but once she'd seen those colorful pillars she finally felt the feeling she prayed for, and now that she grasped it. It was hard to let out a word, like a jump start of energy plummeting her to try to restart her happiness.

"Well, I'll help you out, kid. Where you off to?" The bus driver had a southern accent that was hard to miss.

"well... I don't quite know." she replied,

The 14-year-old girl moved closer to the man allowing the light to hit her face, the glasses worked to cover her face but not too well. The man parked the bus by the terminal called 'American Airline', encouraging his full attention towards the girl. The young girl had an unsteady smile, providing the man to give a genuine smile until his eyes moved to the rim of her eye. The smile faded away as the light shined bright on the bruise, the girl quickly covered the bruise trying to avoid the conversation that could happen.

The only thing the man could do was smile much larger to avoid the questioning by the look of it she didn't want to talk about it. "Here." he pointed to the logo of the airline. "You should be able to go anywhere around the country with this airline." He opened the door to approve the girl to enter the cold.

"thank you." Anastasia's head hung high looking at the airlines as she exited the bus.

"Listen, kid-" The man stopped her at the door catching her attention to look back at him. "you don't have to do this... It's a dangerous trip especially since you're a girl, I know what you're going through trust me. Maybe it's a good idea you just go home." He gave her a soft smile.

Anastasia's eyes grew with anger, " look sir, I know what I'm doing. And for your own Information, you don't even have a hunch about what is going on in my life. So Fuck off old man!" She snapped at the driver.

"I understand... just take care of yourself kid." he closed the conventional doors and drove off. Anastasia just watched the bus drive off as she had a middle finger sticking out signaling to the bus. She felt a little guilty for snapping at the man but it just came out. She enters to see an empty line and a man behind a computer typing in some things.

"hi." Anastasia greeted the man with a smile as nothing happened 5 seconds ago. She stood on the other side of the computer as the man wasn't paying attention, "mhm" Anastasia coughed for attention.

"He- Hello, welcome to American airlines. What would I do for you?" He rolled his eye, the caucasian young man was new to his job a little bit nervous trying to figuring out the computer.

"I would like you to get a one-way ticket? uh- please?"

The young man was now focusing on the teen, "i- well... is your mom here?" The man was very worried for some reason.

"uh- well..." Anastasia couldn't afford to go back home, "that's the thing i- my dad left already. I missed my flight, ya YA. He's on his way right now to uh-" Anastasia looks around for a place. "new york. Ya new york!" She had lied to the point it didn't even seem real.

"I'm sorry miss, I need to meet with either your mommy or daddy."

"Look dude, My father is on the plane. I don't have my phone, clothes and I'm lost in Los angles. I don't even live in California! And my mother has just DIED that's why I'm in California. YOU HAD TO REMIND ME" she yelled at him breaking into tears. "I- just want to go home and I'm scared." Everyone began to stare at Anastasia catching everyone's attention, she was crying with her palms on her face as her backpack dangled from her back.

The man was speechless.

"look Mr... I have money if you could just allow me to go home... please" her head lifted and shifted to consider the man giving him puppy eyes.

The man tried pulling out her trance, " kid i-" he was cut off by the girl pulling out 500 dollars in cash. The man was a bit shocked, "now why do you have all this money..." The man questioned.

"it doesn't matter please... just get me home." The young girl pleaded,

"answer and I will do it." he smirked.

"I'll pay you more but you just have to let me go please." Anastasia was desperate to the point she could give him all the money that she had left just to leave.

"mmm." he mumbled in considering the thought "no." he passed the offer.

"you dick," she barked. She thought about her whole day and one name rung in her ear. Think Anastasia. THINK! she quickly remembered the bus drive going home, "Tony Stark is my father." She blurted out trying not to catch anybody's attention.

'What the fuck did I just say.' That is the moment Anastasia knew she fucked up, she was actually going insane.

"No. Kid you're out of your mind." he chuckled rolling his eyes,

Anastasia grew closer to the man "come here" she waved her hands in motion to come closer. The man was scared as he saw her eyes turning red with a hint of popping vein on the side of her temple. Slowly the man came closer, the hostility grew and the fear burned his skin.

Anastasia grabbed his shirt pulling him inches from her face. "you are going to get me on the next flight to next New York. Like it or not my father will hunt you down like a dog, and I'll make sure of it. What is.. what's your name?" She pulls away aggressively while she held his shirt as tight as she could, she looked down at his name tag. " ah ' Richard '. So start typing before you get on my last nerve you piece of shit."

"Alright, alright."

"Hey hey hey" a man who looked like his supervisor cuts in between the both of them. Anastasia lets go of his shirt, she watched the man pull Richard away from his dest, walking away in a rage "I'll handle this." Anastasia got lost in her cruel mind meanwhile.

Was this really happening? Was this a dream? Anastasia just told a random man that her father was Tony stark, she told a man to fuck off. What comes next, killing somebody?

she's changed, she's definitely changed.

"She's just a stary, I'll handle this."

"ma'am." she heard in the distance, blanking out of the reality that was placed on pause.

"miss stark?" he called out,

"Huh?Oh ya."

"Alright miss Stark, All I need is your first name."

"Anastasia" without thinking she blurted out, This was bad. If somebody hears that she was Tony stark daughter which she isn't, they'll freak out and put it on the news.

"Alright miss Stark. We'll get you on the next flight to new york." The man was much calmer than the other fucking guy, Anastasia eyed the man making sure he doesn't screw anything up.

Minutes pass by giving the man enough time to finish the ticket.

"Alright your flight leaves in 20 minutes." he finishes the last steps to the flight ticket. "here you go" He hands her a ticket, Anastasia quickly scans the flight ticket.

"first-class?" She questioned,

"Why of course. Everybody with that kind of power receives the best treatment." The man answered, "and since you are a Stark, we welcome you to our airline." Was this really how people would get served when they have a Famous name, Anastasia doesn't know how to act with that much power so she just winged it. "But answer me this question, Doesn't your father own a private jet?"

"Sir please, I already answered the other Uglyass man's questions. I'm just exhausted, just give me a regular ticket so I can go home. I don't want to cause any trouble. I don't even care anymore." She lied. "can I just buy the ticket? I literally have the money in my hand." She was just getting annoyed at this point.

He finally agreed with her and purchased the ticket, although he just committed a felony for allowing an underage girl to fly without her parent's permission they were both over this situation and he believed her story.

" For Fuck's sake. Thank you so much" She felt more relieved to be able to leave. She smiled, she felt something build in her stomach... "that'll be 380 for your ticket." he smiled back

she felt

She felt Evil

~

Anastasia sat down quietly in her plane seat as she took off her glasses she looks out of the window, nobody was around her at this time. Her thoughts drove her crazy, she was now alone and scared. This whole adventure has been a combination of emotions of anger and sadness, truly Anastasia was more relieved than mad at the moment but there was no time to grieve anymore, it's time to start her new beautiful life. It didn't occur to her what she would do when she arrived to new york, but the idea slipped out when she saw a small television flash a commercial.

"no. NO PLEASE. PLEASE PLEASE." Anastasia begged for her life to be let go. When a harsh hand ran across her face, Abraham had slapped her to the point that she started to stream with a bloody nose. He pulled her forcefully towards her room as she tried to run away with a face full of blood, "DONT, PLEASE I BEG YOU PLEASE " She cried. Her feet stumbled all over the place as he dragged her to her own room.

"HEl-" She sobbed "HELP ME PLEASE!" Anastasia screamed at the top of her lungs one last time before Abraham grabs her forcing Anastasia to twisted her whole body and face towards the bed, allowing her not to see a thing other than the door. He held her arms as she tried to flee but there was no use.

"pleas- pleaseeee don't pleaseeee- heeessss" she whimpered, she tried to say something else but she couldn't breathe, her whole body began to shut down.

"Ma'am are you okay?" a voice rang in her ear,

"Ma'am?" A woman shook her to try to get her attention. "Are you okay?" She spoke again giving Anastasia the advantage to come back to the present time.

"huh ya! Of course... What makes you say that?" Anastasia must have been out cold for a while, they were already in the air. She looked to the woman who was looking at her when she was caught off guard by a black swollen beaten eye, Anastasia's eyes began to blur.

"Ma'am...you're crying" She was heartbroken to see the girl cry but she stood strong for her.

 "what," Anastasia touched her face feeling the hot stream of tears falling off her chin.

"OH! no no it must be because of... of how higher we are." she looks around for the next excuse, "This just usually how I get when on planes" she smiled firmly.

The woman sat on the seat next to her putting the cart of food on lock, "It's okay... I know you're pretty young and everything but this flight is easy peasy" she smiles at Anastisa to chuckle. "It's okay to be scared once in a while but don't let it take control over you. I've never met you but genuinely you look like an amazing little girl," she looks at her but she couldn't help herself to look at the bruise again. "and... whatever you're going through you'll get through it." she grabbed Anastasia's hand squeezing it knowing it was against protocol to touch passengers, but she chooses to ignore them. Instead of making Anastasia angry she felt freed from her own body and troubles. There was a small silence until somebody's stomach was roaring with hunger.

" Would you like anything?" She gets up but had her eyes on the teenage girl. "I don't have money I'm sorry." Anastasia looked at chips that were hanging out off the cart, She was honestly thinking of stealing the chips.

"Don't worry, it's on me" Anastasia's Face lit up like fireflies.

"uh- what- I mean, really?" She stuttered, she was shocked to the bone. Somebody was actually nice.

"ya, get whatever you want. "

~

After eating the biggest dinner she's had in a while her whole body could run a mile. Anastasia was excited about her new life but was shortly crushed when she entered the freezing cold weather outside.

 Ah, New York the smell of rusted old smelly sewers pipes. What felt like Midnight, there was no sun yet but the sunrise was going to hit in about an hour or so. In the spring it was usually freezing compared to Los Angeles this was hell weather. Her eye felt the breeze of the ocean making her eyes watery and glossy and her hair damp.

The void was filled until she had nowhere to go, her high hopes were put on pause.

Where to next?

Stay in Brooklyn? Queens? Man..?

"um- well I could go.. to.. um..." Anastasia took out her money to check what she could do next but something hit the floor. It was an envelope written on top with the name of Anaia.

Shit

Slowly she grabs the envelope "I'm sorry mother. This is my life now and I can't have anyone ruin it for me, I love you." She pulls her backpack towards her belly and stuffs one of the envelopes in her backpack.

"Manhattan it is!" She yells out loud with excitement forcing everyone's attention on her. "Taxi!" Anastasia waves her hand in the air to get the attention of a taxi. Until one picks up, " Hey little girl, where off to?" His soft new yorker accent explained where she was, she jumped in the yellow cab.

"Times Square?" she shrugged her shoulders, "eh sure let's go with go with that?" she added,

"Alright kid."

"don't call me that"

~

"uh... Here's fine thank you" Anastasia spoke silently, There was a drug deal that was about to take place. Everything seemed Sketchy, the setting was pitch black Anastasia didn't go exactly to time square, right on 5th and 6th street behind Bryant Park.

"that'll be $52.50." He turns to her with his hand out waiting for the cash

"What?! You just brought me from JFK to here, it was only an hour drive. Come on man." She whined. The man looked at her like he could care less, "fine." Anastasia pulled her money out and gave him 100 dollars, "this is all I have please, It's mine."

"no. Give me the money kid, don't act all tough and cool because your dad left for milk." He talked back and kept his hand out waiting for the hundred. Anastasia grew furious making her squish the perfectly straight 100 and harshly gave it to him.

"thank you." she said coldly as she grabs the rest of the change, kicking out a small pause. "fucking bitch you have no consideration that I am a child, have no money, and doesn't have a place to go, and you're worried about your money." Anastasia said under her breath as she jumped out of the car, 

"I don't care if you're a homeless kid or you're the president you still pay." she heard from the taxi before she slammed the door.

"ugh, fucking idiot." She yelled back at him giving him the middle finger, a new record she has flipped off two people for no reason in under 24 hours. Anastasia continues to walk as she smashed the leftover money she had left into her hoodie pocket, she ignored the fucking douche bag driving the yellow car, "ahuh who's cool now you cunt " she spoke softly. She was walking down a dark hallow alley trying to find a spot for some shut-eye until someone stopped her by grabbing her wrist.

"little girl." A man's voice appeared grabbing her attention along with him to grab her wrist tightly. Her hands became fists in a matter of seconds, "Woah Woah, I get it don't talk to strangers." He smirked letting go of her wrist allowing her to feel less pressure on her hand.

"Listen kid, you're pretty good out there. Tough" He paused leaving Anastasia as silent as she could be, Anastasia feels like she's hit bedrock if this middle-aged man tries to touch her again. "I also over-heard that you have nowhere to go," he smirked and pushes her hair behind her ear.

"I work with this man, a dangerous man we could take care of you, give you a home." the man wanted her not for sex but something else.

"no thanks." Anastasia decline, everything just felt creepy even in the setting. Anastasia turns around and continues to walk forward to find shelter. She dug her hands into her pocket and put her hoodie on to avoid confrontation between any more people.

"well pay you!" He yelled out loud, Anastasia stood still when she heard that money was involved. She felt the old dirty cash between her fingers and knew she wouldn't even make it a week without money. Anastasia turned around quickly giving her the leverage to walk back to the man.

"How much?" Her voice was filled with hatred and evil.

"depends on how many you kill and sacrifice." He laughed viciously,

She extends her hand out, "I think we're going to be great friends you and me." 

~

 honestly, I wanted to get this chapter done from the beginning of the book and let you guys met the main plot, But ya this was a big blub on a piece of paper

((lol life update, I'm a big-brainer I aced all of my finals. lol jk, I didn't. But we lonely girls now that I don't have a boyfriend, so my whole dedication is on this book. lol))