Ex-Childhood Crush

Don't love her

Seven years Four for beating up an old man , one stealing from him and another two for taking drugs.
Adam got sentenced to four years of jail time as the drug dealer.
The town they stayed at was usually strict but since they were young in age and former students the sentencing wasn't as much as it could have been.
Sherline was bailed by her parents and without further ado sold their house and relocated .
Adam his mother not even British with just enough money income to put food in his mouth and clothes on his back sat helplessly in the visiting room.
Adam was openly crying while also his mother had tears down her face.
He could not imagine feeling so helpless.

Abbey would get her things and come over she said downhearted by the news.
He could see it took an effect on her as the ride to the place she was staying at , she smoked a cigarette before sitting on his bike.
She offered it to him he shook his head.
He wouldn't say he was bad boy bad boy but no one was badder than him in town.
He slept with girls anywhere anytime , he was apart of a gang outside town that he had a meeting with today.
He went to clubs , got drunk , and smoked from pipes.
But he wasn't a regular cigratte user only when pressured by his gang mates that Oscar was a part of.

Abbey clung to his waist from behind  he heard her shout as he took down an empty road and speeded it up.
She laughed hard when they got into the busy streets of town.
The laughter of hers rung around the confined streets and people near by looked at her . Abbey didn't even spare them a glance .
Instead of being annoyed by her hard grip he liked the idea of her hands locked around his waist.
She got closer and put her chin on his shoulder and in his ear said.
" Okay take a turn to the left".
The voice of her in his ear travelled down his neck and gave him tingling feeling in his neck.
The smell of her encircled him it was a weird combination a kind of vanillic rosie smell with the lingering smell of cigarettes.
And he'd smoke just to remember her smell.
Strands of her hair tickled his cheek , it was as if her hair was teasing him.
They slided down his cheek and kept hitting his face.
He got that chill that when something really effects you runs down your back .
He resisted the urge to shiver , Abbey would think he was cold which he didn't want her to think of him.
Weird never had he cared of what others thought of him. Abbey was one of a kind girl to not be hypnotised by him.
Chancing a look back at her he saw her head thrown back with her eyes on the sky. Her hair trailing behind her whipped by the wind back.
As if a cloak trailing it's Queen.
Her eyes shined , the sun was submurjed by the clouds.
Rays of it escaped from the scattered clouds around the sky. It seemed as if the clouds were a tunnel ceiling, the sky could not be seen only if specifically looked for.
He bearly heard it but could snatch some snippets of the song she was singing.

Driving round the back street.
Do you remember my name.
Does she know I'm tatooed onto your heart.
I have left my mark on you there is nothing you can do.
When you think your over me.
Baby she's not me.

He couldn't hear anything else , must have been singing under her breath.
Her voice wasn't necessarily bad nor would you throw her on stage to sing. It was her voice just in tune.
He turned the corner and slowed down.
All the gangs, prostitues and wanted criminals of town or further lay here.
A place of town where no one entered but those who showed that they deserved to be there.
People strode out their houses to see the new visitor , some stepped forward threatingly.
All were not friendly faces.
Except one who had more skin revealing then sherline who was smiling at him.
" Abbey you shouldn't even be here ".

" It's the only place i could strike a deal to live in ". She said .
" Okay stop here ".
He stopped infront of a two story building that was shaking from the blast of music inside it . How did Abbey live here.
The roof looked as if it would crumble on it's occupants anytime.
Half the buildings windows were boarded up.
Grey dust particles were falling from the frail grey buildings walls.
The entrance had a shabby wooden door protected with a buff guy.
Ciggrates were littered all around with some suspicious looking white powder.
Woman were just laying on the building walls smoking then throwing the Ciggrates away.
There was no sight of children if he could take a guess they were in the other grey building infront of it that looked cleaner with no boarded windows.
Screams and laughter of children could be heard.
He was reassured when he saw the look of disdain on Abbeys face untill it was covered with a grin as she made her way to the 'security' .
The guy nodded to her in greeting she inclined her head that oozed of high class living and good breeding. If his mother's head nods had anything to say.
Abbey headed into the door without glancing at the guy twice.
Sam tapped his foot in impatience.
Dust rose from the ground covering his clothes , he stopped and dusted it off.
After ten minutes Abbey came out with two duffel bags one slung over her shoulder the other swinging in her hand.
Some people were watching her departure.
She sat behind him , wearing the bag normally.
Then slinging the other one in one arm and with the dangling strap she put her arm into it.
The sight of two bags on her back made him laugh .
" What's so funny ". She grumbled.
" Nothing , nothing ".

" Avoid cops at all costs ". She whispered in his ear.
His windpipe buzzed and a chill went down his back.
He bit his tongue to resist shivering.

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" So this is your house". Abbey commented looking the house over.
He was surprised that she didn't seem awed about the huge mansion.
Seeing his surprised expression she laughed.
Her laugh reverberating in the still grounds.
" I've seen a presidents house that can't compare to this ". She said.
He wanted to ask which president and how could she even get into his house but refrained from asking as something told him that she wouldn't answer.
In the hall with her two duffel bags in hand. She curiously looked around.
Her eye landed on the portraits.
Like a good guide he explained.
" These are the portraits of every family to ever live here".

" An ancestral home , must have a lot of history ". She said.
" It does ".

They sat on the couch he could see though in her effort of looking in control he could tell that she was shy as she swung her legs back and forth.
When suddenly she put her legs up in the air.
As if expecting something to happen.
Nothing happened.
She put her legs down sheepishly.
" So um is it like only you here". She asked.
Abbey acted strong and invulnerable all the time , but in territory that wasn't hers she respected her surrounding and the people owning it.
" mums  here probably reading".
But he didn't add while popping colourful pills.

" Miranda ". He called.
The maid came rushing his way.
" Show Abbey to the guests room ". He told her.
He admired Abbey as she stood up picking up her bags he stared at her back when she stopped and looked back at him.
" It'll do you no good to fall in love with me , it never ends well ". She said for once giving him a serious look.
He wasn't falling in love with her , he didn't love woman he lusted after them.