|Breaking the Ice
Author: Shin M. Hiram PM
When a troubled young man meets the pretty new girl in school after saving her from thugs, he's getting weird feelings. He promised himself he would never love again, but why are the feelings of protection and sympathy bubbling from his heart? Abe Rivers is no hero, but does Hana Furee think otherwise? Will sadistic villains and Hana's uncommon problem repel him? Find out!Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 30 - Words: 33,438 - Reviews: 40 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 01-28-13 - Published: 12-02-12 - id: 3079554
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Okay, this is my first real fiction attempt, so, R and R please, and if you have some critical to say, whether with my grammar or a recommendation, please be friendly. Thanks! :)
The annoying drone of an alarm clock managed to wake me up. With a quick motion, I slammed my fist down towards it, only to miss and hit the edge of my nightstand.
"Piss…" I groaned. I forced myself out of bed and shut off the alarm, not missing this time. I dragged my fatigued body to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. The warm water acted like a key, unlocking the function of my sore muscles. I washed the entirety of my body, and made sure to wash my developed, but sore right shoulder, which was the price I paid in my last scuffle. The bruise was quarter-sized, and purple. I paid it no heed, and continued my shower. I finished washing my darker-than-black hair, and stepped out. I reached for the comb as I dried myself off, and I began to comb my semi-long hair. My hair reached my collar, and the front was able to be combed up quite a ways. I dried my face and rubbed my eyes, and opened them long enough to see the tribute to the time I once stood up for a good guy. My scar.
It started at the top left of my nose, and ran down a diagonal path to the corner of my lip. It was ugly, and it made me ugly. Of course, I don't give a crap, 'cause I'm a terrible person anyway.
I haven't told you my name. Then again, I don't care, but I'll tell you anyway. My name is Abe. Abe Rivers. You can make fun of me for my name later, but right now, I have things to do.
Downstairs, sitting at the kitchen table, was my mother. Her brown hair was a mess, and she was wearing a bathrobe. The smell of bacon and coffee was lingering in the air, and I took a seat next to her.
"Good morning, dear." She mumbled. "There's bacon on the counter."
I grabbed a few pieces of said bacon, and I poured a glass of milk from the jug on the counter. I munched angrily, and slurped down the milk.
"Easy son, you've got a half an hour." My mom warned, actually looking up from her steaming coffee mug.
"Sorry. I gotta make it before the goons get there." I mumbled.
She sighed. "Do you have a weapon?"
It was my turn to sigh. "I got my fists, and the penknife that granddad got me."
She slurped her coffee. "Just be careful, son."
I grunted a response at her, and ran out the door. I could drive to school if I wanted, but I felt like walking, since I had time. My blazer blew in the wind, and the striped tie danced like a drunk buffoon. My light-blue shirt was untucked, and I wasn't wearing a belt. The uniform for Cygnus Sky High School made me look like a dick, but it wasn't so bad. At least the girls were slightly attractive.
"Hey Rambo, why so glum?" A cocky, high-pitched voice rang out.
I turned to see the regular, every-day sight of Rachel, perched on the top of a fence. She was a regular goof-ball, and one of my only friends. She hopped off the fence with her unnatural agility. Makes sense, she has been doing gymnastics for over a decade.
"Hey. My shoulder hurts, and I'm tired." I said with a chuckle.
She began to walk with me, her brown plaid skirt rustling gently. Her blue tie flipped slightly across her modest chest, and she donned a cute grin.
"You're unusually cheery this morning." I said, kicking a stone down the path.
"I just slept well. How's your mom?"
I looked up, and she had a genuinely worried face. Understandable, as my dad was a horrible, abusive person. That's a story for a different day, though, and why would I tell you?
"She's pretty good, actually. On new meds."
"Okay, that's good. Tell her if she needs help with anything, I'd bee happy to assist."
"Sure." I said, not paying much attention. I looked up, and sure enough, school was in sight. The building wasn't much to look at, but it had nothing short of a good teaching program. I'm not much for school, but I have a few subjects that I like.
We stopped, and she went on ahead. I still had ten minutes, and I was gonna take my time. My mild interest in the sky was cut short when I heard blows landing, and cries in the distance. I turned, and sure enough, about ten meters away, there were a group of guys surrounding something. One of the boys moved quickly enough for me to see they were attacking a girl!
"Bastards…" I whispered. I didn't want to get involved, but I threw that idea away. If it was some chump, then I wouldn't care. But one thing that I learned from my mother is that women are usually more vulnerable, and these boys are gonna regret.
I cracked my knuckles loudly. "Let's go.