the wild child

Aiden

Dez POV!!

"Aiden?" I ask to clarify what i'm seeing. "Yah?" he says back in a tone that says 'what do you need?' I begin to ask," How did you get here?" He cockily replies," I just was walking around my neighborhood introducing myself."

I run up and pull him into a rushed hug. "Im sorry, this may seem weird. It's just that I've never ever once had a friend I'm MY neighborhood,"I whisper, excitedly coming to the realization . Just as I whisper those words Vincent comes downstairs. "Hey," I say. "Someone's excited," he booms as he walks closer to me and whispers," and from what I see, still touchey." I sarcastically respond," All have you know Aiden, I do have a friend in this neighborhood." I pause momentarily," His name is dickhead. And my parents have taken him in for a while."

aiden pov

"Ello" Aiden greets politely. "My name is Vincent," answers Vincent with his voice deepening. "So,when did you get here?" I ask trying to make conversation. "A few days ago." he answers in what I'm picking up as annoyance in his voice. "How did you meet Dez?" He ask in a protective manner. "It's actually a funny story, I say while rushing to tell him my answer,"Wh--" I'm cut off by Dez herself," One in which you dont need to know" she says reappearing,"You should really get going, we have a big neighborhood. Lots of people to meet." she says while shoving me out the way of the door. She is right. We do have a really big neighborhood. So I leave and get to it. There is an occasional "Here's my number" or "You're cute" or "Wanna spend the night?" I find it all slightly annoying. So When i get home, I walk into the living room and dump about thirty-five slips of paper on Kail.

Dez pov

I swiftly swing my leg over my motor bike. I race off to only God knows where. When I stop for gas, I realize that i am forty-five minutes away from home. It is the place i dread to go back to. 'Then why did you?' I ask myself shamefully. I have a secret. A secret only i know. A secret that coud ruin someone. A secret that could ruin me. I can desroy myself without even trying. I dont know why though. But i do know that in time i will.

The place im at. The place i've dreaded for years. I'm at the one place that makes me feel something. But not a good something. I feel sadness, regret, pity, disappointment, happiness, depression, and shock all at once. It doesn't feel good. The one place that makes me feel something. This is the place where my parents are burried. This is the place where they died. This is the place where they were murdered.