ACT THIS -Mitchel Cave

A new start

My eyes met there's and suddenly the world around me faded, every emotion I bottled up was ready to spill out. Every lie I said ready to tell its truth, and every fear I had gave me strength. My words can tell a story, but they can't make them love me.

WOOOOOOOW back with another new fanfic.  SORRY lemme explain I have tons of drafts so I wrote it and before I lose it I just wanna get them out promise I will work on my others I only have one last one. Also I didn't wright this to be a fan fic but idk just when I was half way through I though why nottt. Just idk read I guess

The sound of my mother screaming pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up to meet her eyes. They were as cold always have been. I stare at her with a blank expression knowing it makes her mad. Im a big girl now. She cant hurt me with her hands so she uses her words.

"Jesus Aleyuh are you an idoit. I mean really you can't be my daughter. Your pathetic you understand me? No one can ever love you. You're like your father exactly like him."

  I've grown used to this. I used to be scared to fall asleep because I knew the morning would only bring more hurtful words. Now I learned where my switch is. I'm emotionless and I like it this way.

I stand up realizing I've grown tired of her and walk up to my room. My eyes dart around trying to find my belongings. My car keys catch my eye so I go grab them. I walk back down the stairs and thankfully don't see my mother. I walk straight out the door and to my car. I turn the keys and start it driving off as fast as I can before my mother follows.

Time Skip

I find it crazy, the way money runs the world. Everyone becomes a blur and all we care for is that next pay check. We would set the world into flames for a few dollars. I've always been able to read people. See their biggest flaws. Most chase money. I find it pathetic. I guess growing up having daddy force his bills down my throat to keep me quiet does that to you.  My mom always taught me the world is sick so don't waste time curing it. When my brother moved to L.A. I saw it. I'd kill to live with him. That's why mom was yelling because she saw I was looking at plane tickets. She claims he left us. Its my job to make her proud. My brother dreamed of the city, he didn't leave us. I have the same dreams. I wanna be in the city. In movies. Walking down runways. He wants me to live with him.  Now my father really did leave us. He throws money at my face, so I don't ask for his time. It doesn't bother me. I said I find money sad not that I don't like wasting it. I pull into a parking spot and look up at the store. A small little Bakery. I spent so many nights here. Either sleeping in a booth seat or eating here. The lady here who works here was just like a mother to me. She offered me a job but I just come here to escape my mom.  I look up and meet Beths eyes.

"Well hello there Ally, do you mind helping me out?" Beth asked

I look towards the man in the booth as she starts cleaning up I nod and grab a few boxes and start heading up the stairs to the apartment on top. As I bend down and lay the boxes on the floor my eyes dart up towards the window when I hear a mans voice.

"your Aleyuh right?" The Stanger questions

"yep and that would still make you a stranger who knows my name" I say

"Bethany said you were sarcastic, I'm Mitchel" he says as if im supposed to have ant idea who he is

"okay well that doesn't really answer my question" I reply

"well you never asked one." He says smiling

"Ok fair" I say as I walk over to the balcony doors where he was.  I caught a glimpse of his eyes before pulling my eyes away. I open the door and step outside. I feel the November breeze hit my face.