Hiys

This is my story that I've first did a comic of but changed it into writting here. I had this story for a few months now and decided to start writting. I hope you enjoy it.

Claimer: This is my own original story so I do own it so no stealy

Preface

...I can still remember the first night we met, it was so cold. You weren't like any human I had ever met. Your eyes were so deep; I couldn't decide whether to be afraid or to be intrigue. I always acted different when I was with you, calmer, more me. Those days we spent together, alone, were the most memorable days of my life. Even if we would just sit there staring into the midnight mist beyond us, at least we were together…

~Chapter 1~

"Drew gets your ass in here now!"

"Now what the hell could you possibly want Charlie?" It was a rhetorical question.

"Watch your attitude girl I'm in no damn mood for it right now!"

"I'm in 'no damn mood' for you either." I walked away not caring what he would say.

"Just wait, as soon as your 18, I'm gonna drop your ass out on the street and then we'll see who walks away."

I went to my room which was the smallest room in the apartment. I think it was originally a storage closet. The ceiling was slanted downward towards a small window. The head of my bed faces the window from the opposite wall, so my feet were barely touching the ceiling and whenever I got dressed I had to stand next to the door where the ceiling was higher. It usually got stuffy so I kept the window open nearly the whole time.

Charlie was my mom's abusive boyfriend. Why she dates him, I will never know. It might be that his brother is a wealthy bastard and drops off lodes of cash to support him while he stays unemployed and he basically wastes it on kinky animal print clothes for mom and lots of alcohol. Mom is a stripper, cause, well lets face it, she has lost all her morals when her dad molested her and dropped her off on a street to "collect cash." And she's been learning how to earn cash that way ever since and moved it on to a strip joint. The really bizarre shit is that I call mom, mom. I guess that cause when she's with me she actually treats me decent. I always think that maybe it's because she cares about me and doesn't want me ending up like her. Sometimes I see her look at Charlie with a depressed face or disgust. They have been together for a year now. It sickens me.

I had to call the cops a few times when Charlie got really aggressive, but mom explained over and over to them that it wasn't his fault. You would think the cops wouldn't care what she said and still arrest him, but in this small town of Deadwood, cops are pretty much slackers and deserve to go to jail themselves for letting many crimes go: theft, domestic violence, DUI,

illegal drug possession…etc. No one cares about Deadwood's reputation for slacker cops.

A few hours passed by and I hadn't realized that I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling the whole time. Ever since I was young I could never fall asleep easily, I would go hours and hours without falling asleep. I never told anyone about it and sometimes I would sneak out of the apartment late at night and wander the streets. In Deadwood there are the streets where prostitutes, gangs, and homeless people are and there are the streets where it's completely empty and abandoned. We lived on an abandoned street called Willows, with only one neighboring apartment. Hardly anyone was awake at 12, and people stopped driving around 11. Not like any places were open that late in this small town. Only a few gas stations far apart for each other, maybe one Liquor store.

It was 12:00pm now and as usual I couldn't fall asleep. I sneaked down the hall and to the left and made my way to the front door. I had to open the door in a quick shot because when you open the door all slow like it starts creaking. The air was cool and misty, the way I liked it. The bus station ahead was old and out of business. I usually like sitting there because, to be honest, I don't like the feeling of my ass on the cold pavement floor, even though the bench is not much of a difference. As I got closer to where the bench was I saw a figure, a person sitting there. "That's weird." I'm usually the only one out this time of night. I got closer out of curiosity. The figure got up and right away I could tell it was a man by his posture. His body was faced towards me and I felt a knot in my neck. I was about 14 yards away from him so I felt half safe. Then he started walking away and I eased up a bit. So I went on forward step by step concentrating on the back of his head, he had a hood on. I was now about 9 yards away and he stopped. I panicked, "Oh, uh, no, I, I'm not stalking you or anything, uh…" He turned around to face me...then he came closer.

His voice was stable, low, no emotion in it. "What?"

"Oh it's just, I thought you thought I might have been stalking you, well, um, I'm not so…" I couldn't even see his face. I was looking into a dark, hollow hood. I stepped back preparing for a runaway. A moment of silence passed and I thought he was thinking of some sadistic way to rape me and leave me for dead on this abandoned street. Then he turned his back to me. I got a better look and I estimated his age, 19, 20 maybe. He was tall. The lamp post randomly flickered on as it always does. "My name is Drew." I blurted out, but then quickly regretted it. He turned around and slowly took off his hood, exposing brilliant blonde hair, pale skin, and dark circles around his eyes like he hasn't been sleeping for months. He lifted up his head and his eyes met with mine. I suddenly remembered the phrase, "If looks could kill." His eyes were deeply dark not even the lamp post lit it up. But one strange thing I noticed most of all was the light, faded red color that looked stained across his chin and cheeks.

so now that i built up your suspension are you ready to move on to the next chapter?.....well are you?.......then read on........(um you'll have to wait, next chapter will be put up soon, perhaps eventually, depends on the creative juices folwing through my brain) XD