Their Time.

Prologue

I've always been a shy girl, but that doesn't mean I don't want friends or to be around people. I just can't bring myself to approach or talk to someone first.

Currently, I'm sitting under a tree reading a book in the park. I'm usually here or at the library as much as I can to avoid being at home when my mother is as well.

I'll never understand why one would have a child just to resent, hurt, and abuse them.

My mom is... well, she's not very present in my life. She doesn't talk to me unless she's yelling or screaming. Normally, being at the bar or with other men smoking, drinking, and doing drugs instead of at home. But I guess it's for the best. I'd rather have her gone than at home.  

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I remember the times she wasn't like this when my dad was still alive and around. He died in a robbery at the gas station, getting gas and picking out a small treat for me when I told him I got A on my math test.

That's why my mom hates me so much, as he wouldn't have walked into the gas station that night if I never told him about my test score. And honestly I hate myself for it too.
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Looking around the park as the sun goes down, most kids and their parents have left. There are still your older adults and some teenagers around, though.

I watch an older couple smiling at each other, laughing, while they walk back to their car.
Seeing the love for each other in their eyes is truly magical and makes me wonder if I'll ever have that or if I'll be stuck with my mom forever.

I still live with my her since she takes all the money I make. No, I don't have a job as she claims to be making money, which I don't understand, because she's always asking for money. I get money from singing on sidewalks and doing "chore" like things for people who are paying.

She doesn't let me get a job because she wants to keep whatever control she has over me. But I am 19 and still living at home.

We only have one car which my mother takes and forbids me from using, which means I have to walk everywhere I need or want to go. Which isn't bad as long as it isn't super far away.

I realize that it's been over an hour since the cute older couple left, which means it's now 10 pm. I abruptly stand up, dust off my jeans, and collect my stuff to head back home.

As I made my way towards my house, three cars came speeding towards me! I turn and run the other way to avoid getting run over by these crazy people. I mean, who drives like that?

Two cars speed past and one slams on their brakes. Three men exit the vehicle, slam the doors, and two of them yell at one another.

"I fucking told you not to turn when they did, you dumbass. Now they know we are on their ass." Says a cute black-haired boy who spoke towards the blonde who yelled back.

They went back and forth until the other boy spoke up.

"Will you both shut the hell up? It doesn't matter who blew it, they know now. We can't change what has happened. We need to get back home and figure out what's next."

I stand off to the side behind a tree, watching and listening silently as this all goes down. I'm very confused about what or who the heck they are talking about.

Either way, I need to get home before my mom does so I can hide in my room to avoid a scolding and beating from her for being home late or whatever "reason "she comes up with.

I turned to leave, but shrieked and jumped as I ran into a wall. Wait, it doesn't feel like a wall. It would hurt more if it were.

A sudden voice spoke up, "What were you doing little girl, hm?" The brown-haired boy who yelled at the other two asked me.

I jumped at the sudden sound and looked up at him, as he's taller than me. Woah, he's gorgeous fluffy brown hair, shark jawline, pink plump lips that look soft, sharp and full eyebrows, and shiny brown eyes, which I stare into.

"I-I was going back home." I finally spoke.

He raises an eyebrow at my stammering answer and seems not to believe what I told him, even though it's true. Well, partly true, as I was listening a little.

"If you were going home, then why were you standing behind a tree?" He asks.

I just stared up at him, lost in his gorgeous eyes, which seemed hypnotizing. He clears his throat, gaining my attention.

I noticed he was now looking at the other two boys who had been standing silently behind him.

They make some sort of head nod to one another as they turn and walk towards the car.

Once they entered, the brown-haired boy turned back to me, looking me right in the eyes, and said, "You need to get back home, little girl. It's dark and dangerous at this time of night. You should be in bed sleeping by now."

I stare up at him, confused about why he is acting as if he is concerned about me when he doesn't even know me.

I shake my head and respond by smiling, ignoring the fuzzy feeling he gives me the more I'm around him.

"I will right now. Thank you for your concern. Have a good day and drive safely, please. The way you were driving earlier was very dangerous."

He looked at me, confused and astonished, as if no one had ever looked him in the eye and talked to him before.

"You be safe darling," he then looked me up and down, "now run along, sweetheart."

He turns around, making his way towards the car. As he enters the driver's seat, he looks back at me and flashes a smile.

I smile back at him and start my brief journey to my house, admiring nature as I go. I made it back home before my mother, which is a little surprising as it is 1 am and she's usually home by now.

I walked upstairs and entered my room, changing off my jeans and sweater into shorts and a bra.

Walking towards my bed, I slide in and go under the sheets, closing my eyes as I am never up this late.

Yet I can't get those sparkling brown eyes out of my head.

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Mental Health is a real thing, everyone experiences it, so please be kind and spread love not hate.