We Met On The Wrong Side Of The Tracks...Or Was It The Right
Chapter 1
*Scouts POV*
I’ve always heard that theres always some madness in love. But you know theres always some reason in madness. Or at least thats what i believe. Love is a crazy thing to an outsiders eyes but to the two people on the inside it is the most beautiful and precious thing alive.
Voltaire always said “Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and leaves just the same.” I think he was a very wise man. We have no control over who or what we fall in love with. I do believe beauty and the beast proved that.
Love can be beautiful or filled with hate, thats just the beauty of it. Love is a very complicated and twisted thing, that i sure have discovered. It takes the twisted turns of a winding mountain road that you drive at 80 miles an hour, with the wind rushing to your face, adrenaline coursing through your veins, and your holding on for your life.
Although my views on love are so profound, I have never in my entire life been in love. I barely even love my family. Its quite sad in truth. The only people I love are my three best friends, Vince, Virgil, and Lyle, my baby brother Eric, and my long past dead Father. Now you must be wondering who I am. My name is Scout Davis and I am probably the most unique person you will ever meet.
I have many views on things but my views aren’t set in stone, I can be proved wrong. At school, home, or at a banquet I will be almost invisible if I do not know anyone. But if someone who’s close to me is there, I will be laughing and cracking jokes in every way possible. I learned at a very young age that life is complex and impossible to figure out, although the Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy says that the answer to life is 42. I very seriously doubt that though.
You see my father died when I was 11 years old. Back then I was a little daddy’s girl, I wore pink every single day, I was the most popular fifth grader at Rose Park Private Academy. Then one day I wore my prettiest dress that daddy bought just for me. I had given him the biggest hug and kiss that morning. I still remember how his big arms wrapped warmly and lovingly around me.
I got home that day and ran into the house to tell daddy how much everyone had loved my dress and show him how clean I kept it. I ran into his office and found him lying there in a pool of blood. I forgot all about my dress then I ran to his side and yelled his name with tears pouring down my cheeks. He was still alive, but little did I know he wouldn’t be that way for long.
He looked up at me with pain filled eyes and spoke his last words, his tongue heavy with death. He said, “Scout, my beautiful baby girl. You’ve always been my world. I love you with every last bit of my heart. Be all that you can be, for me please. Find a good man to love you. I’ll always be watching over you I promise. I love you sweet girl. Goodbye Scouty.” He blew me a kiss, and then went limp in my tiny arms. I knew he was gone forever. Those words were in graved in my arms. I screamed and cried. I had lost the only man in my life, and little did I know there wouldn’t be another man in my life for a long time.
My mother had been watching the entire time in the door crying her eyes out. She called the police and they came to investigate. It took ten police officers to rip me away from him. Then they took his body away. My pink dress was stained red, the last thing my daddy had given me.
I still have that little pink dress. My mother had it washed so I could keep it forever, even though I never wore it again. I keep it hidden underneath the floor board in my room along with most of my fathers things. We still don’t know who killed my daddy and I fear we never will. I keep his cologne on my bedside table and smell it every morning. It brings back the memories of all those wonderful pink and happy years. It takes me out of my dark times for awhile.
I have never really gotten along with my mother. Thats why i loved my father so much. It got even worse after he died though. She hated me after that. She acted like it was my fault that he died. Not even a year after he died she got remarried. I screamed in her face when she told me.how could she get remarried so early and just forget about that man who was everything to us. Not to long after that she began to hit me. I cover the bruises best I can. Sometimes they’re so bad I have to stay out of school.
Then she had a kid, my half brother Eric. He’s everything they wanted him to be. And he’s only 5. He loves me to death though. I don’t think he understands why I can’t pick him up sometimes. Usually thats after a pretty bad beating. I play with him all the time and take him with me when I hang out with the guys. Anything to keep him away from our abusive mom.
I have three best friends Vince, Virgil, and Lyle. I met them in middle school at Rose Park Private Academy. After my dad died, I started dressing differently. I started wearing dark clothes, wearing lots of eyeliner, dying my hair crazy colors, and started listening to heavy music. They were the only other people who wanted to even glance at me. My old friends were discussed with me. The guys were there for me. They found me crying in a janitors closet after one of the jocks beat me badly. I already had a cracked rib from my mom beating my a few days before, although they don’t know she does those things to me.
Vince has blonde hair with black, blue and purple bangs. He’s the tallest one in our group by a couple inches. He’s really well built and is very pale. He has almond shaped brown eyes and defined cheek bones. He kind of the leader in our group.
Virgil is probably the most gorgeous in our group. He has pitch black hair with bangs that almost cover his beautiful piercing green eyes. He’s and not as built as Vince. He’s a good size height, 5’11”. His features are chiseled and defined. All in all, gorgeous. He’s the protective one in our group. He’s like my big brother.
Lyle is the last in our group. He’s the hyper one. He has brown hair and blue eyes. He still has baby fat cheeks and he’s so adorable. He’s like the little kid in our group.
As you can see I have an interesting life, and little do I know it will get even more interesting from here. Oh and did I forget to mention I’m rich?
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