Greaser

I.

I ran. I didn't know where I was going or how far I'd gotten already, but I knew I was running. Running from the truth, running from the lies, running from everything. My feet pounded against the pavement as the houses next to me flashed by. Believe me, I'm usually not the type of girl to take flight soon as things get tough, but living in a small and quiet town where the people are anything but - isn't exactly easy. I could still hear my parents yelling in the distance, if that was even possible. Whatever. I didn't care. We almost never fight, but after what happened earlier tonight it's clear to me now how they really feel. I know it sounds strange, but it bothers me that we almost never argue. Most kids my age are rebelling and doing their own thing. Think about it, a kid my age goes out drinking then comes home drunk, parents get mad, they talk about it, done. But that's the thing with my family - we don't talk. I'm an only child. My mom has this image of the perfect family and will do anything to make it true. That means no problems whatsoever - even if that means ignoring them. My dad only cares about work and just goes with whatever my mom has planned. Both of my parents are way out of it. They just don't understand. I look exactly like my mom only younger and I hate it. I have her same body shape, lightly tanned skin and big baby blue eyes. She's worked hard her whole life and you can see it in her face. Various sun spots and wrinkles are all over the place yet she still has those same ageless blue eyes. Sometimes when she smiles I can catch a glimpse of how she looked when she was my age. It never lasts though. Externally, everthing about us is the same except her short, golden blonde hair is the practical opposite of my long, light brown hair. I wish I looked more like my dad. My real dad, I mean. He died in an automobile accident years ago and my mother never forgave herself for it. They were both in the car, she was driving. I was only ten when it happened but my mom remarried when I was thirteen. I still don't think she's accepted it.

My chest was tight and I was breathing all over the place. I needed to slow down. I spotted a small park next to an open field nearby and sat down on a bench. I glanced around at the empty playground and realized the sun was setting. The sunset was always beauiful here. I wished I had some pencils and paper to capture this moment while I could. My breathing was still rapid as I watched the orange and pink colors surround the sky.

"Hiya princess" a raspy voice said.

I whipped my head around to see a tall, grey haired man. He looked about forty and anything but nice. He was dirty and had this strange look in his eyes. My eyes quickly widened in fear. And boy, was I scared.

"What's wrong sweet heart? Lost?" he grunted, taking a step toward me.

"N-no" I said breathlessly.

Oh god. What do I do now? Scream - scream for help. That's what they tell you to do in dangerous situations right? Sadly, I knew screaming in this neighbourhood didn't mean a thing. I was quite a few blocks from my house and I was in a bad part of town - greaser turf, that is. The sky was starting to darken. I gulped.

"Well let me show you the way home" the strange man said. He then grabbed my arm, his grip immensly tight.

I gasped suddenly.

"No!" I screamed, "L-Let me go!"

"Shut up!" he said through gritted teeth.

My chest tightened as I scremed best I could.

"Leave me alone! Get the hell off me!" I yelled.

Suddenly, the man's hand swung around a slapped me square in the face. I felt myself weaken, and fall to the ground slightly.

"Hey, get the hell off her!" another voice yelled.

The man's grip loosened, sending me to the ground quickly. I'm pretty sure I blacked out for a second, maybe from fear, maybe from uneven breathing. Next thing I knew I was sitting upright in another man's lap. I didn't even realize I was holding onto him for dear life. I could feel the hot tears streaming down my cheeks already, though I knew it was a different guy. I could tell this one wasn't old and dirty. I opened my eyes and they immediatly locked with his brown glossy ones.