Disorderly.

Chapter 3: Submission

A/N:Im well aware they are short parts. At least theyre out fast ;)

Chapter 3: Submission.

I managed to make it through the rest of the day and I was almost home when  noticed a sleek black car pull up across the street. I kept walking, keeping my head down.  I approached my average size house, and unlocked the door, but not before turning around and catching a glimpse at the man getting outof the black car. Vince.

He marched directly to the door and shoved the keys in, not turning around to notice me. His door wrenched open and he clambered in swiftly. Though, not before I saw a slim, blonde woman slap him harshly across the face.

I almost marched over there. What the hell just happened? I thought, shocked  beyond acknowledgement. I heard yelling and screaming, my fingers still paused on my key. Then, suddenly Vince's door slammed open. He stalked outside and began down the street. I took this as my cue and released my key, rushin after him. "Vince?!" I shreaked. He turned around, shocked, and stared dumbfoundedly at me. "Kailyn? What are you doing here? How did you eve-" he began, I noticed a strong british accent, and realised that was the first time I'd heard him speak before.I interrupted him, "I live across the street. Is that your place?" I gestured towards the house he's stormed out of. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly then mumbled "Yeah, did you er, see what happened?"

"Yeah, are you okay? Is she your mum? Does she always  act like that?"

"Yeah, she is. I'm fine, I guess. I'm used to it."

"Where's your Dad?" I asked quietly.

"I, um, he's, gone." He left out softly, "I dont know why I'm telling you this, I hardly know you."

I shrugged, "I'm easy to talk to?" I suggested. He chuckled, and then stared back at me with those mesmorising eyes.

"Do you want to get a, um, coffee or something?" He asked.

"Sure," I replied warmly."So we're neighbours, huh?" I said casually, trying to start a conversation while we walked to the city a few minutes away. "I Guess," he shrugged. "Have you always lived there?"

"Yeah, you? I never noticed you before.." I mumbled.

"I just moved here, because Mum didn't want to stay after Dad.." he didn't finish the sentence. I didn't want to pressure him, so I said "Why don't we play 20 questions?" Trying to lighten the mood.

"Sure," he said, already beginning to transform into the boy I'd met at school, "I'll start, Whats your favourite colour?" he started.

"Blue, but not sky blue. Navy, like the dark, stormy, blue." I answered. "What's yours?" He looked at me curiously for one second, before saying "Green, like your eyes." I felt my cheeks heat up at his statement so I continued with the questions. I don't think you could define what happened as a date, but It sure felt like one. We joked, we discovered heaps about each other, we drank coffee, we even talked more about our home life somewhat. He'd moved from Brighton, in England when his Dad had died of exessive drinking. His mother was trying to support them both, and Vince was attempting to bring in as much as he could through a part time job working at a music store. He repaired old instruments. He told me he played bass and guitar, which I'd always wanted to try. He even asked me out again, suggesting he show me around the store. I told him I liked to sing, something no-one else knew. He was just so easy to talk to. I found myself growing attached to him already, which I hadn't done with anybody in a long, long time. I still hadn't mentioned my problem though. The problem that would no doubt stop me ever being involved with him, in any possible way.