Letters From A Ninja

Chapter 1

"Carson, your guest is here, come down here and make him feel welcome," my dad said. I rolled my eyes. I already knew who it was, and Archer wasn't really a guest anymore, he practically lived here. Besides, he was the last person I wanted to see right now. Just being around him got me irritated. There was just something about Archer that sickened me. Everything, actually. You'd have to dig extremely deep to find an ounce of good qualities in someone like Archer.

If things were different, maybe I'd be willing to do that. He was good looking, popular, wealthy. Yet none of those things mattered to me. What really made my final judgement was the way he scoffed at everyone- including me, like we were dirt beneath his feet. He'd certainly been blessed on the outside, but that didn't make up for the nasty person he was inside. At least not to me.

I reluctantly walked down the stairs, knowing I was in for a long afternoon of sarcastic comments and disapproving glares from both him and my father. To my dad, Archer was better than gold. We'd been together for three years, and as far as dad was concerned, that wasn't going to change. If I was honest with myself, I couldn't see an ending to our relationship, either. Not because I didn't want one, but because since I was 14, all I knew was this.

I guess it all started when I found out who Archer was.

My friend and I were walking through town when we saw a guy with eyes full of mischief. She forced us to talk. That night I learned his name, and something about him that every 14-year-old girl fantasizes and jokes about; he was a ninja. Of course I was immediately head-over-heels for him and we started dating eventually. I remember being scared to death to tell my dad because Archer was two years older than me.

Surprisingly, they hit it off as soon as they began talking. It was like they were old friends. For the first year and a half, being with him was everything I wanted it to be. Then after a while, I began seeing the things that completely altered my mind set on the situation. I watched him hurt people, sometimes even kill. In all the movies, you see the good ninjas, who help people. Sadly, there are also the bad ones who do just the opposite. I didn't necessarily accept what category Archer fell under until the day I saw what he did.

After that, it kept escalating. Now it was to the point where nothing he did- no matter how brutal- shocked me. He was greedy, sadistic and conniving. I hated everything about him.

"Carson, come back to Earth," Archer scoffed, "You look like you're on narcotics." I rolled my eyes at him inwardly, but forced myself to laugh.

"Sorry, just thinking," I said innocently.

"Right, you're capable of that. Sorry, I forgot," he laughed. My dad laughed along, which only made my rage worse.

"You're right, I am. Some of us have brains. But you wouldn't know what that was like, would you Archer?" I was surprised as soon as the words left my mouth. I studied their faces. Both of them looked angry. That made me so mad that I could feel tears in my eyes. I was supposed to let them walk on me without doing anything about it.

"Apologize to him."

"What?" I was appalled that my own father would take my verbally abusive boyfriend's side.

"He didn't stutter." He smirked at me, I could feel the hatred slipping off his tongue, crawling under my skin. Why did I care? Why did what they said and did bother me? I knew both of them were stupid and irrational, so it was nonsense that I gave a shit.

I was feeling unnaturally brave today for some reason. I stood up. "Get the hell out of my house." The two men looked at me, amused. Tears started running down my face, and I was ashamed of myself. They had the audacity to start laughing at me.

I stomped over to my front door and opened it. "I'm not joking. I have other things to do than deal with an asshole, now please get out of my house," I grabbed his coat and tossed it outside. "Thank you."

He slowly walked over to me and grabbed my face. I attempted to pull away to no avail. He sloppily kissed me then left as I slammed the door.

When I looked at my dad, he was angrily shaking his head. "He's good to you, Carson. What the hell is wrong with you? I'm utterly ashamed of your actions tonight."

"Good to me? You call treating me like a damn dog being good to me?"

"What are you trying to say?"

I inhaled and exhaled deeply. Was I ready to admit this? "I hate Archer, I have for the past year or more. He treats me like I'm nothing. I want our relationship to end."

My dad's face became red with anger. He slapped me. "Don't ever say that! You're an idiot for thinking that. You and Archer are meant to be, and I forbid you to break up with him."

My eyes watered, both from the slap and how upset I was at the moment. I slung the door open and started to run down the beat-up sidewalk. There was one place I could escape Archer and my father, and it seemed to be my only hope for stability.

Heyyy guys. So yeah, as you can tell, this story is about ninjas. I know that's not realistic. But reality is no fun. :p Everyone writes romance, so I thought about it. Why not be different? No one writes about a ninja romance. :) I know some of you might not like it, but that's ok. Personally, I find ninjas ridiculously hardcore. Anyway... Thanks for reading. Please, please, please comment if you like it and want me to continue updating.