A Bad Boy and a Bad Girl (DISCONTINUED)

chapter one

THIS HAS BEEN PUBLISHED UNFINISHED. IT WILL NOT BE COMPLETED. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS HORRIBLE STORY LMAO.

    His hands travel dangerously, and I felt chills up my spine. It was wrong. All wrong, but I didn't do anything to stop him.

     Not one thing.

    I shuddered at the thought. Or more like the memory. It hasn't left my head all day.
  
    I spit my gum out on the sidewalk and decided to pull out a cigarette. I lit it, and hung it from my mouth. I took a breath in, and pulled it out and breathed out. I knew it was bad for me, but it was so addictive. It was as if it was a pain reliever, a stress remover.

    A thing to forget about life in the moment, and just focus on something else.

   It was as if times were easier when I was outside smoking, even though they weren't. They were just as complicated as ever, but I guess that's what you get for being born into such a screwed up family.

   Of course, it isn't my fault. It's more of my parents' doing. My mother is a recovering alcoholic, she is getting out of it slowly which is good, and she is also slowly getting back to normal. My father could care less about what was going on in my life. He was always out with his buds, probably getting prostitutes and cheating on my mom.

   It was the hard truth, and I had to face it. There was no reason to even try anymore. But I did, I hoped at some point things would get better.

   I always thought about those Disney movies that I used to watch with my friends when I was younger. They always had good endings, even though their lives went horribly, in the end everything got better.

   I sighed, throwing the cigarette to the ground and walking back into the house. I immediately regretted my decision, wincing and turning around. I left the house with my backpack, and walked down the road. I had no destination, just anywhere but home.

    I ended up at the local park, where kids usually played at. I guess it wasn't the best getaway, but I could always just go sit under a tree near the stream. The sound of the water just flowing was calming.

     It was mid fall, so the weather was kind of cool. I rolled down the sleeves to my black sweater and held them with my hands.

    Kids continued to scream, which drowned out my thoughts. I just watched them, oh what I would do to be a child again. Carefree, and careless.

    This tree had a ton of memories. No matter what they were, they made me smile. Well, most of them did. The time that Gavin kid shoved me into the river when I was twelve years old, while a bunch of other kids watched and laughed.

    Man, that was quite the day.

    I got him back for that, of course. I punched him in the face the next day in the halls of the school. I wasn't very happy with him. It was heat of the moment, though. He had been insulting me and I was fed up with his crap. Of course I had gotten detention, and the school had called home. A mound of trouble was waiting when I go home that day.

    It was back when my mother was okay. Back before my father had went down a terrible spiral of drugs and hookers. Back when me, my brothers and my parents were so close. I miss that.

    My father lost his job. That's how it all began. He didn't bother to get a new one, because his old job was so good he lost hope. The man thought he would never be able to get a job that was better, it was horrible, because he put my family's life in danger because of that.

My dad makes money by gambling and selling illegal things from time to time now. That's why I have such a nice house. He gets tons of money from it. Mom doesn't do a thing, and me and my older brother work our asses off as well. They aren't allowed to have our money, though. We keep that for ourselves since they never really get us the things we need.