You've Never Heard of Chill Town?!

Chapter 1: Ice to Heal Cheeks That've Been Hit With Balls

**NOTE: I made the chapters short so that it'd help me transition between scenes since I'm not very good at doing so in the same chapter. And also, I did it to keep things interesting and suspenseful. So it'd be appreciated if comments about the shortness aren't left. Thank you!**

**ALSO, at the side, is a picture of the main character and narrator, Chris Hawk.**

**Lastly, this book is RATED R, so therefore, do not read if you are not a fan of mature books. I do realize that there is a lot of swearing, but that is part of the characters personalities. So please, don't leave comments about the swearing, because there is a lot more to come + chapters that include inappropriate material. Thank you!

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Chapter 1: Ice to Heal Cheeks That've Been Hit With Balls

Who am I? Jeez, I can't believe you're actually asking me something like that. Hah, I'm Christopher Tyson Hawk. Call me Chris for short, it's not like I'm one of those British dudes who have 25 different names. I mean, what do you even call them by? What if...

"Hey dipshit, think fast!" yelled Kevin from across the living room.

"Owww!" I screeched in excruciating pain.

My left cheek was throbbing. I looked to the floor that was covered in dark hardwood and saw a big grey and black weight ball lying at my feet....Motherfucker.

"Next time you should think faster, retard." Kevin said as he came and punched my shoulder.

He didn't punch me in a joking manner; he punched me as if he was trying to hurt me, kind of like I was a punching bag. 

"Oh sorry, next time I'll surely think faster when I turn around and see a giant 30 pound ball coming at my face." I said sarcastically asI rolled my eyes.

Have I mentioned that Kevin is my older brother? His shaved head reminded me of a peach...a brown peach...Rotten...Like his personality. Kevin likes to rap, and over the years I've taken advantage of the rare moment we actually do get along to learn some techniques. But rapping isn't really my thing though.

My cheek hasn't stopped throbbing yet, so I walked to the kitchen so I could sit down without having to fear another weight ball being thrown at me.

As I walked into the kitchen, I saw my sister, Jenny, making some ham and cheese sandwiches for lunch. Her brown streaked blonde hair whooshed as she turned around and saw me holding my hand to my cheek.

"Chris?" asked Jenny sounding slightly concerned.

"Yeah?" I said calmy as if nothing happened.

"What's with your face?"

I moved my hand and Jenny's face went pale and her jaw dropped. I don't know why she was so surprised, this happened atleast 3 times a week. I was so used to it that I learned not to sound like I'm not in complete and utter pain.

"Oh my God, what happened?!"

"Oh nothing out of the ordinary, Kevin just threw a weight ball at my face, not trying to kill me or anything." I said sarcastically and loud enough for Kevin to hear.

"Aw, stay here, I'll get some ice."

As Jenny got the ice from the freezer I heard someone come down the stairs and walk into the kitchen.

"Chris! What happened to my baby boy?!" My mom gasped.

She always called me her 'baby boy' because I'm the youngest in the family. My mom looked exactly like Jenny, with her blonde hair and brown eyes, just a bit more pale. 

"Kevin! If you hurt your brother one more time, just wait and watch what'll happen!" My mom yelled to the living room where Kevin was working out.

"Or else what? You'll spank me to death?!" Kevin said as he walked into the kitchen.

I guess he was taking a break from working out. Either that or he wanted to test mom's theory. 

Just when I thought I didn't have to deal with anything else, I heard the front door slam shut. I then saw my dad come into the kitchen. His short black hair with a red streak in it was a mess, and his blue eyes looked like they were about to close shut any moment now.

"What the fuck is everyone doing in my kitchen?"

He just got home from work. I wished he'd just fucking stay there.

"Your son just threw a 30 pound ball at Chris." My mom explained in an angry tone.

I could tell she was angry by how hard she was pushing the ice against my left cheek.

"It was an accident." Kevin lied.

"No it wasn't, you shit bag!" I argued.

"Shut the fuck up, God damnit!" yelled my dad.

This is why I hate him. He never cares about anything that happens in this house, whether it's really good, or really bad. He only cares about himself.

"I don't give a shit if he got hit, he's a man, and he should be able to take it." My dad continued.

I rolled my pale blue eyes.

It was getting way too crowded in this kitchen so I made up an excuse to get out of the house. I didn't want to deal with any of these people anymore.

"Mom?" I asked.

"Yes, honey?"

"I'm supposed to be at Ian's house, and I'm already late, I'm going to get going."

"Who else is going to be there?"

"The guys."

"David and Ryan?"

"Yup."

"Okay baby, drive safely, okay?"

"I will."

I got up and gave my mom a hug.

"I'll be back by dinner." I added before I left.

"Okay, have fun!"

I walked out the door and grabbed my keys out of my pocket, waiting for the large, white, one door garage to open.

I had the best car out of everyone in my area. You see, I have a white Ferrari with 32 inch red spinners and a really dark window tint. You could barely even see inside, even if you pressed your nose against the window. The seats are 100% genuine leather and comfy as hell. Some would say it's a chick car, but chicks wouldn't spend over a million bucks on a car.

Even though I might seem like a big spender, spoiled rich kid, I'm really not. It's hard for that concept to be accepted by some people, especially when they see my car.

Anyways, I got in, and I could smell my tropical fruit air freshener. I backed out of my driveway and put my car in drive. I drove about not even a meter before I had to stop.

I live in a very secluded area, and right after I back out, there's a drawbridge where boats carrying goods can pass by. I always had to wait until it closed so I could get to the main road.

I waited 5 minutes before the boat finished passing through and I was finally on the main road. I was also possibly the worst driver ever. I always speeded, but it obviously helped me get to places faster...including Ian's house.