The door slams hard as my parents useless arguing echoes through the rooms. Colorful words fly as they fight bitterly. My phone buzzes pulling me out of my trance.
'Hello?' I answer the phone keeping my voice low
'Hey beautiful what's up ?' I smile at the voice on the other end of the phone. Thankful I hear a calm voice I slide out of bed and lean against my window and watch the new neighbors move boxes.
"Nothing much just listening to the 'useless bag off trash' and the 'nasty skank' argue"I sigh as I hear the bitterness in my own voice. I laugh trying to take off the edge when I see a boy about my age walk out of the house next door. I lean forward trying to see more of his handsome shirtless body. Just then he looks up at my window and glares at me. I scowl back and turn around wondering who pooped in his cereal.
After 15 sweet, long, calming minutes of gossip and clothes I calm down enough to get dressed. There is no way I'm staying on this house full of depression. I wiggle into a tight black, mid thigh dress and my sliver stilettos. I trot out of my room looking in the mirror in the hall before I walk straight past my parents my head held high and my shoulders back hiding my anger towards both of them slamming the door shut behind me.
After walking the 2 blocks of staring eyes and gaping boys I arrive at 'Pulse' the underground club that doesn't require an ID to get drinks. The bouncer looks me up and down the steps aside just enough for me to slip past, his eyes never leaving my face.
Oh boy the bouncer has a thing for my body too fun.
I roll my eyes in disgust and hurry through the wall of moving bodies to the bar. I lean against the bar and slam my fist against the counter getting the bartenders attention.
' Hey Denis you gonna keep me waiting I'm dieing over here. ' I smile and slide on to the stool.
'Sorry A.J babe but it's rush hour here and I'm spinnin' trying to keep up' Denis flashes a sweet smile over the counter before turning his back again. Seems like everyone in town is here. The pulsing bodies call to me begging for the music to take control and I stop fighting it. Inching my way through the crowd I let go jumping and bumping with the other night children.
'Why don't you move a little closer.' A low voice growls in my ear just as a warm body presses behind me. I slide down throwing my hands up letting the boys hands slide over my body. This is what life is like in my town angles by day and demons at night. The boy pulls me back up spinning me around fast snaking his arm around me. The smell of alcohol is strong but his eyes aren't dazed like someone who is drunk. Something is off about his eyes though... His eyes were a deep blue reflecting purple in the center. Just as I pull away he presses his lips to mine sending fire through my body moving against my will.
But I wanted it.
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I wake up with a start as my phone goes off ringing in my ear. I fumble with my phone trying to blink past the brightness from the screen.
'Hello ?' My voice is husky with sleep my head pounding from the lack of food.
'Is this A.J ? ' An unfamiliar voice speaks sending shivers down my spine.
'Who wants to know ?' I sit and run a hand over my makeup smeared face sitting in the soothing darkness.
'This is Dr. Johnson I work with your parents and I'm sorry to say that they have had an accident. They are in critical care.' The words don't fully process in my pounding head until I drop the phone after listening to the dial tone for ten minutes. My only family is in critical condition?!
Ignoring the pain in my body I jump out of bed and rush to get dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt I wash my face hastily reapplying my eyeliner before getting my glasses on then pulling my hair into a bun.I run down the stairs jumping a few at a time then throwing open the door.
I don't think I went very far before I slammed smack into my next door neighbors son. I land on my butt groaning fumbling for my glasses. When I look up I see what I think must be an angel....one really pissed off angel.
'Watch where you are going chic.' Although he was obviously mad he was still striking.
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Teen FictionA.J is the type of girl who no one messes with. At Hampton high school (aka Humpton whore house) you had to learn to hold your own. Growing up with a family that practically ran the mob in town you learned a thing or two. Most girls would learn how...
