A legends son

Some good things come to an end

At Addisons House

POV Bea:

I look at the ground, feeling incredibly pissed off. And betrayed. I look at my brother who is sitting next to me. He holds my hand squeezes it.

"I'm sorry she did this to you. You'll get back to your family. I promise." He says to me.

"How can you promise something like that?" I say, standing up. He doesn't answer. "I can't stay here Alex. It's barely been a day and I..." I trail off, pacing around the room that Alex and I now share.

"It's not going to be for long. Just until the trial. Then, your dad will plead his case, and then you'll get back to your family." He explains.

"You don't know that!" I say, louder than I should. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. "Sorry. I'm gonna go tag some shit. You wanna come?" I say, picking up a spray can and toss it. I catch it and put my backpack on. He shakes his head and I start to leave. He grabs my arm.

"Hey, be careful out there. Okay? Don't get arrested or killed or anything." He says nervously.

"I'll be fine. I'm a badass." I say.

"Remember you're pregnant, okay? Don't go crazy ninja." He reminds. I nod, climbing out of the window.

I walk quickly and quietly until I get to a 2 story brick building with various tags. I get out the only paint I managed to keep with me, which was a standard black. I shake the bottle and start spraying. It was peaceful, the same free feeling I had always felt when I'd tagged before.

I finish it up, taking extra care to clean the lines. I feel a presence behind me and I turn to see an unfamiliar face staring back at me.

"Need something?" I ask, staring back at the person before me. I shake my spray can.

"You're new." He states the obvious.

"Indeed, Captain Obvious." I laugh. He continues to stare at me.

"Where you from, new girl?" He asks.

"Seattle," I say, leaning against a wall.

"Why're you here?"

"Full of questions, aren't you? Long story short, custody battle."

"Parents got divorced?"

"Yeah, a while ago. My dad did some things that made my ex-stepmother want full custody. So now, I'm here." I explain.

"Tough. What'd he do?"

"I don't really want to talk about it. She thought he was... bad to me."

"Was he?"

"I love him. He did one thing, that I don't even know how she knew about and the other things weren't his fault. I just don't know what to do. And I don't even know why I'm sharing this with you but..." I say, pacing around.

"It's fine. Can I have your name?" He asks.

"Yeah. I'm Beatrice." I say.