Flesh Of The Blade

The beginning

Mary's POV

And here we go again, rolling on the roads of the great American country. 

My best friend, Taylor and I were on a road trip for five months now and really, we will never go back home. We left New York to find a better life then we had, no way in hell we would go back there!

Taylor hated New York because of her abusing ex-boyfriend, he would be violent and always drunk and high, which was no fun. And I lived the same thing but with my parents, which was even worst since you can't really break up with your parents. And the only option that was left to me was leaving and I gladly did when Taylor and I got 21 years old. 

We bought this big blue and whit 70's Volk Wagen van car, we had enough space to sleep when we couldn't rent a place. We had a lot of money because of Taylor's parents, they were dead in a plane crash and it was her heritage.

Taylor and I knew each other since forth grade and we never left each other since then. 

Taylor was driving while I was enjoying the moment. 

A fresh breeze brushing my red velvet hair while my skin was absorbing the heat of the sun. Finally, I was enjoying the life that I lived, there was no one to tell me that they hated me and they regretted that I was born. 

I was here and free with someone that was there to appreciate me. 

I look down at my thigh that were covered in tattoos, I wanted to hide every scares on my body to cover the bad memories of the ones that had hurted me and for the ones making me hurt myself.

Metallica was blasting trough the speakers, Taylor was singing Master of Puppet's lyrics, I look at her with a wide smile, telling myself that if it wasn't because of her I would of probably be dead, this tall and thin blond girl saved my life. 

"You know what?" I yell over the music for her to hear me,

"What?" She asks still screaming,

"I fucking love you!" I yell at her with a wide smile, she laugh in respond.

I wasn't aware of what was on the road when I felt the car took a wide turn on my side, I finally look up to see that we were at the beach.

"Now you love me even more!" She say stopping the music before running out of the car to go jump in the water.

I look at her like a parents look at its crazy child. I got out of the car still day dreaming about my new life, like if it was still a dream and I was scared to wake up. 

I got in the back of the car and grab two long chairs and a towel for Taylor. 

I place the chairs on the sand right in the sun and close enough to the water to hear it. 

I lay in my chair hearing the waves crashing softly on the coast was delight to my hear, I could listen to it all day.

Taylor came back from her little swimming and lay on her chair, 

"This is perfect!" She says and I could hear the satisfaction in her voice,

"Yep!" I answer popping the 'p'.

I look at the horizon that was set in front of me and saw two guys, about our age. The tallest boy had tattoos on his arms and had black hair that were ending just above his shoulders. He seemed cute even from far, but he wasn't my time, he was more of Taylor's type and I could tell that she already saw him because her jaw was slightly hanging down.

I started to laugh my ass off,

"What are you laughing about?" She asks me,

"Your face" I answer with a little laughter clear in my voice,

"You can laugh as much as you want, you didn't look at the guy beside my Don Juan!" She said with a grin growing on her face.

I look back at where the two guys were, the smaller one still seem taller than me thought. He had a muscular body and had tattoos on  both of his arms and some on his chest too. He had short jet black hair and that's all I could see from far. And even from far he looked amazingly cute.

They were currently surfing on the blue ocean. 

Taylor and I lean in our chair only listening the sound of the ocean.