Well, I got 5 reviews so here's chapter 2 (rhyme :D)

Chapter 2

It went by so quickly; like a blink of an eye. One moment I was staring helplessly at the gun, now I'm on the floor with Kevin on top of me. Through this procedure, my eyes remained shut, my heat pounding, fear flowing through my veins. In fact, my eyes are still closed, disbelief taking over my preliminary senses. After a couple of seconds I open my eyes gingerly to find that I'm safe and surprisingly unhurt. I glace at Kevin and I see that's he's outraged, staring furiously at my father. But underneath all that I can see something else, fear and pain. I understand the fear...but why pain? I have a distinct feeling that it's something personal, something that he's keeping to himself. And I'm going to find out what it is, sooner or later.

Kevin jumps up and prowls towards my father, yanking the gun out of his hand. "What the hell were you thinking old man? You could've killed us!"

"..."

"He's right...Bill," I say coldly, getting up and stepping in front of Kevin. "What were you thinking?"

This man is not my father, thus I won't call him my father. Four years ago, when I was eleven, I saw my mother die right in front of my eyes of some unknown illness and I still see her in my dreams, her auburn curls covering the left side of her thin face; smiling. I've never gotten over her death, and I don't think that I ever will. I thought that my father would've handled it better than I, since he's an adult. But I was wrong. Ever since my mom passed on, my real father went away. Forever.

"..."

Fury is blinding me, making things impossible to distinguish; fantasy over reality, right over wrong. "I can't stand you anymore! Get out! Right now!"

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Kevin looking at me, but I don't care anymore. I want my father out of my life, Nickie's life. He's simply complicating it and making it worse than it needs to be. And we definitely don't need that.

My father takes a couple steps towards me, his expression unreadable. My nose wrinkles as I take in the stench of thick alcohol on his breath, but I don't flinch.

"Fine," he growls, backing away. "I don't need pests for children anyways,"

At that, my father staggers out the door into the pounding rain. My cheeks feel flustered and hot and I don't know what to think right now.

"Centa? Do you want to sit down for a while?

I accept Kevin's offer without a doubt in my mind and sit down on our lopsided couch.

"Can I get you anything?"

Why is Kevin being so nice to me? "N-no, I'm fine," I answer, avoiding his eyes. For the first time, I feel kind of awkward. It's like Kevin knows something that I don't.

A sudden drop of rain on my leg jolts me out of my thoughts and I look up. Who knew that our roof leaked? We fixed it last summer. Another drop picks my curiosity; it actually doesn't seem to be coming from the roof. I place my hand on my cheek and find water.

I am crying.

Embarrassment floods through me and I hide my head on my lap, hoping that no one noticed. I don't know how many rules I'm breaking right now. No matter how hard I try, the tears just keep coming. No...this can't be happening. The last time I cried was when my mother died, but I did it outside when no one was there.

"I like bread,"

The randomness about that quote, at this time, at this place makes me choke out a laugh.

"Well, I succeeded," says Kevin. "But seriously...can you make me some bread later?"

I look up and find Kevin grinning at me. "Make your own,"

"Do you really want that Centa? Me...in the kitchen,"

"..."

"'K cool. Thanks,"

Author's Note: MAN THIS CHAPPIE IS CHEESY AND RANDOM (but I'm not done)! And yeah, the plot is still unclear, but it'll be more apparent later. Oh and btw, about my little "rule", the review counts if it's on a different chappie, not the same one. I don't hav much to say right now, but stay tuned for more!

~Layne

(P.S. Remember...5 reviews!)