Rain is cold, isn't it? It's even colder over here. I guess you could refer them to mini ice drops, or something like that anyways. I like rainy days, especially since i'm not a very open person. People always say i'm one of those girls who keep themselfs to themself, and they are right, that's exactly what I am. Although I don't know how they have the nerve to judge me since I bearly talk to people anyways, I have no confidence, no self esteem what - so ever, and for someone to change that would be a miracle.
As usual, everything is lying in extreme silence, until an abnormally loud bang was heard from outside. I took one last sip of my coffee, inhaling it and then taking a step out of bed, throwing the covers to the side.
"Oi, quick, grab that! We need to hurry, boys!" My heart began to pound as if it was a drum being beaten with a stick. Not a second after I thought, I covered my ear's, breathing out heavily which caused a strand of my long hair to blow out of my eye's.
"Beaten, beaten, beaten." The words spriraled around my head as I repeated them to myself outloud, squeezing my eyes shut. The banging became heavier, gradually bringing the stamping up the stairs.
"Don't do this, we need to go." Someone spoke. It was a soft, gentle voice.
"We can't go, mate. Have you seen this stuff? Crazy!" The other boy replied, a few other laughs were heard around the group.
"We have no right!" The new yet familar voice spat back. I began to shake my head, taking a few steps back. "I'll tell you what, turn around. I just saw something in here of which you might like."
"Oh yeah?" Was the violent boy's reply.
"Yeah."
"Alright then..." He spoke slowly, "I've give you ten seconds."
My bottom lip began to quiver rapidly as I shut my eyes tight, tears rolled down my cheek, my hands still covering my ears whilst I took a few more steps back, falling straight onto my bottom. Loud footsteps were heard making their way to my room at a fast pace, not as fast as my heart was beating. Finally, the door swung open, I refused to open my eye's in order to see what was occuring.
"What was that?" The violent once yelled. He sounded mad.
"Quick come on." Someone whispered sharply, getting closer. "Hurry up, open your eyes!"
Without even thinking I obeyed his wishes, I was too nervous to even dare oblige. As I opened my eyes I noticed there was a boy stood infront of me, a boy covered in dirt. He held his hand open for me to take, his eye's fixed to mine. I couldn't help but stare into them, i'd never seen anything like it. Such beauty. But that wasn't the point at that moment of time. My eye's then became fixed on his hand with was open for me to take in safety, blood and cuts all over them. I gasped in shock, it was discraceful, they looked so sore.
"Grab my hand." He warned. I nodded, taking in a sharp breath and placing my hand in his, pushing myself up along with him as the footsteps from the passage way got louder.
"Run!" The boy shouted, clinging tight onto my hand whilst taking the lead infront of me. He opened the latch on my window and put a foot out, then after putting his whole body out. I watched him in amazement, how was he to do that without feeling such fear? Still, his hand was interlocked with mine. He looked at me with eager in his eyes as he gave me a nod, indicating me to climb out of the window. "You can do it, I know you can. I believe in you." And in that moment I swear, we were infinate. I had never felt so much feeling where the heart lies, it was like my stomach instantly turned into a million knots.
Slowly, I lifted my leg through the window, then turned my whole body so I was standing on the black part which was above my front door. My hand was still glued to the boys own hand, and with him I felt safe. I watched him was he jumped off the black part, landing hard on his feet, then opening his arms wide for me. I shook my head.
"You have to, they're dangerous! You'll get killed." He spoke in a quiet, demanding tone, "If you come with me now you'll be safe. I won't let anybody hurt you." I starred into his eye's, scanned his face, and lunged down, landing straight into his arms.
"See, I told you that you could do it. Now all we have to do is run." He warned me, looking directly into my eyes, punging a mass amount of force between us, I could just feel it somehow. And again I nodded and he took my hand. His legs began to sprint, dragging me along with him. For an average height boy he was very fast! I turned my head; watching the two other boys behind us. They weren't close, but they weren't far away either.
"Where are we going?" I asked quietly, taking small breaths in and out. He swung his head round in amazement, his flawless hair moving with him as he eye's gleamed amongst the mist in the air,
"You spoke..." He whispered. I gulped, nodding. And with that he gave me one last smile and turned back around, sprinting into a small abandoned ware house.
I had never felt so safe with anyone. I had only been with him for a short period of time. Who knows what could happen next? Anything could happen, after all, the future is all a mystery with him.
SO THAT WAS CHAPTER 1! Not sure what to think of it, but it's just the beginning so you have alot to look forward to.
My friend Steph asked today if they were breaking into the house and if George was the innocent one, so yes. George has basically always been with them and they force him into doing those things with them, e.g. Stealing and breaking into houses.
HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT! I love you. X
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