Kick Me

Boston

I jumped up at his words. "What did you have to do with it?" I hissed through my clenched teeth. "It's a pain to stop without breaks," he shrugged his shoulders. "You killed my best friend?" why did he admit it so openly? It was his fault. He has to be done with; he's the one who has to die. "You told someone, is that not something that should have been taken care of? I don't want to go to prison so I had my second in command, well do something about it. He asked to keep her but you would have known from the start that I had something to do with it and I didn't want that." He said with a smile. In all honesty I prefer her dead than a pet to one of those sick bastards. "I need to get home." I tried to calmly walk but I ended up just running, and running.

I looked at the streets around me. Let's just say, never run with your eyes closed out of anger, you will get lost. The light on the side of the wall flickered casting eerie shadows and giving me the creeps. The brick building that I elegantly ran face first into lined the alleyway. I rolled my eyes at the black cat that scampered down into the abyss of darkness at the end of the alley. It was uncharacteristically big and ominous as I felt a pit in my stop grow when I heard footsteps.

I snapped my head around to see nothing as I gripped Kiwi in my pocket. "What a pretty girl," sang through the wind. Crap! "Where are you," I questioned the voice, hoping it was an imaginary thing to have happened. I felt a brush against my shoulder as I turned around. My shoulders were gripped as I was looking at a man that was at least two inches smaller than me. So basically he's short for a man. I started to giggle uncontrollably at how short he was. His weak looking frame stepped back as his knotted blonde hair and brown eyes watched as I doubled over. "How old are you?" I wheezed still trying to catch my breath at the fact he was so short. "Twenty seven," he said with a faked low voice, obviously little mister has some dominance issues. "Freaked out over a girl?" I raised my eyebrow, in challenge. He stood up straight which didn't give him any more height. He let out a breath, "look, I didn't want to freak you out, could we start over? Out here on the streets is terrifying, you never know what may happen." He was starting to look relaxed as I started to walk back towards the more lit area. "Why do you have tear marks on your face?" He asked out of nowhere. I swiped my hand by cheek to feel the wet lines. "It's nothing, and I really don't want any pestering about this." I leaned against the brick building that had previously met my face in a collision. I looked at my watch to see it was still only three thirty and I had an overwhelming urge to do something. I wanted to spill the blood of something.

Rolling Kiwi in my pocket I spoke up, "what's your name?" "It's Boston," he answered with a jubilant smile. How am I supposed to kill someone so damn happy? I guess I could make friends with him and do it later. That would be so much more fun, so, that's what I'll do. I closed my eyes and put my head back against the wall. "Why are you here at this time of night aren't girls getting killed?" I shrugged. "It's only the girls that have done something wrong, I think. I knew Poppy and Amy and we were on rather basic terms." He just nodded as I should have continued. "They bullied everyone. I don't know why Amy died, maybe because of her profession or choices, but Poppy she did wrong by her boyfriend." I clenched my jaw, those were my kills, but of course I can't take credit for them. "Everyone thinks she stole something or did something but I don't know for sure, she could have just pissed off the wrong person." I looked back into space waiting for a realization that never came. "So Boston, you said that you lived on the streets, right?" he nodded his head, "why not come live with me?"

I've needed a new friend since I could remember, I just hope this isn't stupid, he just seems so, trustworthy. I looked at him and his eyes were full of tears, he raced over and hugged me while I just did that whole hands up and back arched away from the intruder on personal space. As soon as he let go I slapped him, "never intrude on my personal bubble again, got that?" "Yeah, now. You never mentioned it," he said with a shrug of the shoulders. Hopefully this with force Nathan out of my room, my dad is too drunk to care or he just isn't there anymore the only problem would be Jake. How do I get this through the over protective brother? I'm good at hiding things and keeping secrets but how do I get this to work. An idea popped in my head. My brother still owes me from like a year ago with I gave him my 678 dollars' worth of savings because he wanted to do something with his girlfriend. I saved the money with my tech job, okay yes I am geeky at least I'm not in band, shesh. All Boston has to do is pretend to be gay, I can earn his trust then I can kill him.

A smile grew on my face as I looked over at him. "What is that face, are you plotting something?" How did we become instant friends? Is this how friends work? Oh, new foreign concepts or forgotten concepts; it's something. "Could you pretend to be gay while at my house? I have a way over protective brother," he cut me off, "say no more, your giving me a place to stay." we nodded as we turned on my street to see Jake standing outside yelling at Nathan. I could barely hear it.

"Where the hell is Cassie, did you freaking sell her?" I stopped my tracks and froze up at the mentioning of selling me. "No, she ran off after going to see Jazmine, I don't know where she went." Nathan stated calmly. "And you didn't bother to follow her? What is she is now one of the dead people in the streets?" Jake shouted as he ran a hand through his hair. "Oh, no need to worry about that one, Jake, she's a lot safer than most." I gathered back my courage as I walked up to the driveway and the yelling. Jake stopped mid rant and engulfed me in a hug. I rolled my eyes at the contact because, who really likes their space bubble popped? "Where were you, and who are you?" He motioned to Boston who was standing behind me. "He's a friend of mine, he needed a place to stay, I forgot to tell you, and besides Nathan can go to your room now." I responded. He simply nodded his head at the necessity to get Nathan away, he will try to sell me again, I can feel it. I hate my cousin.

We all walked into the house only to see the bottles from my slob of a father, who by the way was passed out on the couch in the living room. I looked back at Boston as his brown eyes held a glint of happiness and disgust. My dad wasn't the nicest to look at with his huge belly and mouth hung open with an untamed mass of beard and shirtless. Don't get started on how much I want to puke at that. "Are you the only girl in the house?" Boston whispered in my ear as I nodded. My room is up the stairs and the first door on the right. Also, my name is Cassie," I whispered the introduction because everyone though we already knew each other. I was rather happy for the darkness outside as you couldn't see the knots and dirt on Boston. He is really nice and from what I can tell is very happy. Maybe I will spare him.

I wobbled up to my room feeling all the walking starting to catch up. Boston came out of my bathroom with only a towel on his waist and I shot my gaze to the floor. "How do you turn on your shower, it looks like a space ship to me." He chuckled at the end of his sentence as I slid passed his perfectly toned chest into by bathroom. I explained the shower and quickly got out of there.

I feel onto my bed and prayed he remembered to take a change of clothes in with him. All he had was a black trash bag full of things. I'll have to wait for him to get out so I could take my shower and sleep. Thank you to every higher power that is Saturday and that we get let out of school for two straight weeks for fall break.

The sound of the door creaking open ripped me from my thoughts as I noticed Boston walk out of the bathroom in a red tee shirt and jeans. His shortness still intrigues me. "Do you have a pillow, I could just sleep on the floor." When his sentence ended there was a knock on the door. "It's open," the door swung open to Jake. "If you need a mattress there is one in the basement, I'll show you where it is while Cassie takes her shower," I mouthed a thank you because there was no way in hell I will go to another basement. Never, in a million years, even then it might still be a no. I hopped off my bed when the door closed shut and walked over to grab new under garments, SpongeBob pajama pants, and a stripped sweater. I have way to many sweater, but I like long sleeves so it's okay. I walked to my bathroom and took my shower.

I came out braiding my black hair and Jake and Boston we setting the mattress down on the floor. In case you're wondering, the basement is beyond cluttered, I don't think it's safe for human beings, but that was the last time I've seen it. My mind started to drift back to the pain of the beating I got from my own cousin when Jake snapped his fingers in my face. "He's not in here anymore okay, just get some sleep you need it. Besides I need to get you a new phone." I only nodded in response and I laid down on my bed setting the purple covers over my body. "Why do you look so scared?" Boston's voice rang. "It's not something I talk about, go to sleep." And with that, I felt myself go under.