Prayers & Tears

Chapter 1: Aylin Rise

It's funny how one day you meet someone who is just a stranger then suddenly they could mean a lot to you. The day we meet Aylin Rise is no accident I'll tell you that much.

She was a troubled-some kid who wanted attention by pretending to not care. It was her way of building up walls so that no one could break through. But one fault and you're cleaning the gutter.

Friday 11:47 pm
°Aylin's POV°

So What if I like to have a little fun, that what being young is all about right? So you can't punish me for wanting to take care of my drunk friend who could've almost got arrested but now I'm taking the fault. Idiot.

"L-liiiinnn" my friend Carter slurred, "W-why why aren't you even the,"hiccup,"th-the slightest drunk or tips-s-sy?" hiccup.
"Sit back will you!" I yell at him as he sits back in his seat with a girl that I didn't know I'd be taking home until Carter had told me last minute. She sat back rubbing her temples because Carter was being too loud.

"Because I find drunks unattractive, any other questions?" I barked angrily at him. I told him two beers, TWO! but no, dumb ass doesn't know how to listen So here he is because he kept taking shots! Now I have to sneak him to his room and luckily he was the only one with their room on the first floor of this house.

"Y-you know, you're scary when your mad, oh d-don't be mad Lin." he was starting to become drowsy but before he even put his head back He started throwing up.

"Eww" the girl said scooting away from Carter.

"I'm about to pull into your drive way, do you need help getting out?" I ask as I peek through the rearview mirror and she gave a slow nod in response.

As soon as I pulled into her drive way I was met with two angry parents on the porch waiting for her arrival. The second I pulled in they rushed towards the car.

"Where is she?" a man with red hair demanded.

"Back seat, don't worry she's not completely hammered just the guy in the back." I say which set him off,

"Why doesn't that young man have a shirt on?!" I got out and opened the door for the girl to get out and helped her to the women who carried a worried look as I helped her into the women's arms.

"Thank you for bring our Melody home, ugh sweetheart your going to get sick let's go inside, and thank you, please get him home safe too." she says and I only nod.

"Hey! Hey get back here!" I turned to see what was going on. Carter was running down the street in his boxers and socks.

"Shit." I hurriedly got into the car and chased him till I found him behind a bush in front of a antique shop.

"Carter what are you doing?!" I whisper yelled seeing as it was late and people are trying to sleep.

"You see the bird, I want it." he said as he was trying to open the window. He successfully opened it before I pulled him away but he ran into the shop and took the stuffed bird.

"I'll name him- pecks" he said still his words slurred but it was it was getting better.

"Ok Ok, look let me take you and pecks home so we don't get in trouble." he smiled as he gathered up the stuffed bird and hugged it like a kid hugging a teddy bear.

I finally got him to get in his car and buckled him in so he's not squirming around when I drive him home. I'm just glad this isn't my car because his vomit is staining the floors of the car and the smell isn't going anywhere anytime soon.

By the time I pulled into his drive way he was a sleep. I quickly un-buckled his seat belt and took pecks from his grasp. I was going to return it on my way home.

I quickly dragged him to his window and shoved him through it. You'd think because he was a guy he'd be heavy but Carter was very thin and didn't weigh that much. it was an easy task to get him through his window and to his bed. As I put his keys on his dresser I heard him mumble 'Thank you Aylin' before I jumped out the window and took pecks from the car to return him.

Usually I wouldn't care but Carter knows he acts stupid when he's drunk so he'd be mad if he woke up and pecks was still here.

I rushed to the antique shop to find the window was still opened. I climbed through and placed pecks back to his place next to a clock. I steadied it on the post ready to rush out just when the lights flickered on and there standing before me was the shop keeper, Mitchell Harrison and his wife Shelby Harrison.

Crap.

"Uh, this-this isn't what it looks like I swear." then of course with my luck I screwed up and fell knocking over three mirrors.

"Really now? child, it is just about 1:30 where you possibly doing here this late...with the window opened?" Mr. Harrison asked with his hands on his hips.

"My friend, he was drunk an-and-" I was stuttering dammit
"We could call the cops, we should but we're not." Mrs. Harrison says and Mr Harrison raises an eyebrow,

"and why not?" he demanded. Mrs. Harrison smiled,

"How about an arrangement?" both me and Mr Harrison were listening now.

"Dear, you said You needed help with keeping the shop, correct?" he nodded then continued, "and you, young lady, I'm sure you don't want us to press charges now do you?" I shook my head and she continued on, "Well this is interesting, you see, you can help my husband here at the antique shop without pay, think of it as charity work or the fact that you owe him over $500 worth for the damage, so it's only fair he didn't pay you and we won't press charges. Get it?"

"For how long would I be working here?"

"Just until you've paid off your debt and a little extra for breaking in, deal?" she said holding out her pinky. I gave her a questioning look,

"just go along with it." Mr Harrison said in which I then wrapped my pinky with hers.
"See you tomorrow at 12." She said and I left. I went home and lied there for a moment thinking,

what the hell did I get myself into?