I glaced around the room, spying Markis watching me, waiting with a bottle of rum in his hand. My head had calmed down a bit, I could finally think straight. The blood had dried on my hand but I knew the cut was going to scar. None of my wounds ever healed clean.
"New family just moved in, two parents, two kids, upper middle class by the looks" He mumbled inbetween swigs from the rum bottle. I just grunted and stumbled around the shack looking for a shirt. I really didn't feel like hitting any clubs so I just throw on a grubby, oil stained black shirt and started searching the cluttered shack, looking for my blade and 9mm. It wasnt safe to leave home without them anymore. I stuffed the nine down into my pocket, and held my knife in my hand. The cold metal of the hilt sent a friendly chill through my spine. Like an old friend coming home.
As me and Markis heading out the door, the street lights were just coming on, casting shadows and turning the neighourhood into a dark place, filling each corner with a darkness that seemed worse than the junkies and thugs waiting in the dark alleys ready to take your wallet and your life.We marched with pride, not caring what the rest of the world thought about us, knowing that we were stronger than the fools that thought themselves better.
The crew came out of their homes and alleyways as they watched our slient march. We grew as we marched, each member dawning so kind of weapon, either to fend off the hunter, or to hunt the prey. It was almost chilling, seeing the gang begin to gather, the flash of black and blue, the Insanity colors, you could almost feel the excitment in that air.
The house came into view, only one light was still on as the gang approached the home. Markis came up beside me whispering "easy acess from the second story, drain pipe is reinforced, safe climb", and with that the gang began to surround the home. I slowly made my way along the edge of the home, making my way through the small picket fence that encompassed the lawn, griping the pipe as I worked my way up to the second story, sliently thanking god for the window being left open.
I peaked inside, and couldnt see any thing, and as I began to pull myself through the window I heard a door opening and I began to scramble across the floor, tucking myself underneath the bed, attempting to hide. Light flooded the room as one of the girls came out of the bathroom and made a bee line for the bed. I quickly reached into my pocket, drawing out my bandanana wrapping it around my face to try and hide who I was. I could hear her mumbling about having no friends and coming to this gettho hell hole. I knew I was going crazy but I slowly untied the bandnana and took out my red pen, writing down my address, reaching up to place it on the nightstand bedside her bed.
Suddenly as my hand knocked against the wood of her nightstand, the light snapped on, and my arm felt like it was going to be pulled out of its socket. I shot out from under the bed, making a dash for the window, when I heard the bed creak as the girl stood up, gripping the bandnana in my hand, looking at me, with those big, wide...innocent...beautiful eyes....with her beautiful black hair cascading down to her shoulders, a small black tank top covering a small slender frame, the cute little panties covering what the tank did not. I didn't want to leave but my time was up, I whispered "come find me, please" before gripping the drain pipe and clamering down and dashing back into the streets
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Forbidden Love
Teen FictionHe was born in the dirtyest slum on earth. His parents leaving him there to try and stake out their claim. He could barely remember them, and he quickly forgot them. He stayed in the slums though. Allowing the criminals and theives to become his fam...
