Let Me Be Your Hero

Chapter 1

*Not edited*
The guy in the pic is Bengy. I do not own this pic.
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"Trinity, get your fat ass downstairs, right now!", my mother hollers.

I make my way downstairs only to find my mother sitting on the couch, and eating disgusting Lays while watching TV.

"Yes mother?", I ask with a polite fake smile on my face.

My parents have this obscured rule that whenever I am talking to them, I should adress them as either ma'am, sir, father, or mother. In public they prefer for me to call them mom and dad, so people won't get incredulous.

"Hand me the remote", she demands. The remote is not even far away from her. The remote is literally two steps away from her, and she has the nerves the call me idle.

I walk over near the coffee table and get the remote. I hand her the remote and take time to look at her. Me and my mom look alike minus the exception that she is flawless. She has dirty blond hair like mine and we have the same face structure. The only difference between us is our height and our eyes. While my mom is 5'6 with beautiful ocean blue eyes, I am 4'11 with light brown eyes. I got my height from my grandmother.

"Trinity your father and I are going on a business trip in about twenty minutes. We have decided that since you have been an obedient girl these past weeks, we allowing you to go to the store and buy some things."

My parents are some of the top business workers in America. Even though they can be cruel, they are incredibly smart. They took me to one for their events once, and I was bored. The people were snobby and rude. I never want to associate myslef with those people.

"Why are you still standing here?", she asks.

"I'm sorry mother. Thank you for allowing me to go to Walmart", I tell her. My parents demand me to thank them and tell them how much I appreciate what they have done for me.

I go to my red Camry and start driving towards the direction of Walmart. I get there and find that almost all the parking spots are taken. I find myself a spot and go inside the store.

Walmart is packed today. Everywhere you go, you'll almost bump into someone. I'm walking towards the candy section, and I'm searching for sour skittles. I find them but as soon as I am trying to reach for them, someone else grabs it.

I turn around to face the culprit that stole my skittles. He looks like he is in his late twenties. He has blonde hair and green-greyish eyes. He's tall and you can tell that he works out for hours.

"Hey those were mine", I protest. Normally this wouldn't have mattered, but this is the only sour skittles left in the candy sections. Sour skittles are my life.

"Technically they weren't in your hand."

His voice is scary but I don't care because my sour skittles are more important than him.

"But you saw me reach for them and technically I was here first", I argue back.

"No you weren't."

"Yes I was."

"No."

"Yes."

"N-

"Nathaniel, stop arguing with the girl and give her the damn skittles",a new voice says interrupting me and Nathaniel's argument.

"But Bengy, you know I love sour skittles and you saw that I had them first."

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that name?", he askes. "Just give her back her skittles.

"Okay", he says with a scowl on his face.

This Bengy guy is attractive. Attractive can't even fully describe how he looks like. He has long dark luscious  curls , bright beautiful blue eyes that reflect the ocean, and rosy pink lips that aren't too full or too thin, and a five o'clock shadow. He is tall, slightly taller than Nathaniel and also looks like he works out a lot. Everything about him screams off power and authority.

"Nathaniel, go get the cart and find the rest of the things that you need and give me the skittles ", he orders.

"But Bengy", Nathaniel whines like a child.

Bengy turns around and glares at him until he got the message. He hands Bengy the skittles and left grumbling to himself about how Bengy was mean and doesn't appreciate their friendship.

"Here you go", he says handing me the skittles. When out hands touch, I feel those cliché sparks that girls feel in the movies and books. His hands are rough but soft at the same time, they also huge.

He looks at me like he is really looking at me for the first time. He looks at me like I'm the most important person alive. It's making me uncomfortable.

Suddenly I notice that we are still holding each other's hands. I pull my hands away from his and I notice that his facial expression goes back to the blank one that he had before.

"Um thank you for giving me my skittles back."

I grab the skittles and run toward the sales clerk and pay for my skittles. I run out of Walmart towards my car, excited to go home and enjoy a few weeks by myself.

I got home and open door to a sight that completely horrified me.

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Finally updated and as you guys know I started over and added a few things into the story and sorry for the long wait.