Trying To Get Away

Chapter 1 ~ Hell Hole

Damn, I wish they would keep it down. I can't do homwork like this. Fuck! Why does this have to be so hard? People were moving around and talking to loud. Getting high and drinking all night. Yeah Aunt Clara's buisness sounds like its doing good.

I have to go get my laundry. I need my clothes for school tomorrow. Sounds simple enough, right? Wrong. I hate going out of my room, my sanctuary. The people who come and go from this place aren't the kind of people I want to associate with. My palms are sweating, it's now or never.

Exiting my room I immedatly survey the house. Okay to my left my Aunt Clara's room and to the right the bathroom. I look to the living room and as quiet as I was trying to be three men and two women were looking right at me. The door to the laundry room/garage is in the kitchen, but I have to walk threw the living room to get there. I pray no one trys to stop me as I start towords the living room.

"Hey" some one says, slurring slightly. No no no no I was half way throught the living room, so close. I turn slowly to the voice. Eric, a regular of Aunt Clara. He's a sick bastard. He must have gotten out of jail then. Eric was in for suspected rape of a girl. I really thought he was gonna be put away this time.

"Eric." I nod to him trying to keep this exchange to a minimum. Of course he wont let me be and grabs me as I walk past. Thats when I start to sweat. "Where ya going Suzanna" Mr. Dirtbag himself slurrs. "Away from you!" I say harshly and rip my arm from his grasp, which is surprizingly hard considering how hammerd he was.

"Hey girl, don't be rude to my friends." A horse and raspy voice, from years of smoking, says. I turn towards my very own Aunt Clara. She looks like crap to put it nicely. Her once nice brown hair, ive seen from old pictures, is now dirty, unwashed, and streaked in gray. Yellow teeth are barley eclipsed in thin lips. Her skin is streached across her body tightly from lack of body fat. She is skin and bones but im still slightly afraid of her, though I would never admit it.

I just nod my head in her direction and continued on my way to the garage. Thank God, Kami, Buddah, Allah, or whoever that I made it to the garage with no further hassle. All my clothes secured in a laundry basket I steel myself for my return trip back to my room. Stepping back into the kitchen everyones back is turned to me except one of other men I failed to obseve on my first trip.

The first thing I took in was that he was extremly handsome and that there was something odd about him. His deep green eyes looked around the room looking slightly calculating and what was that other emotioin? Disgust? That definitly was not normal about Aunt Clara's customers. They were all after the same thing a quick fix and maybe someone to drink with. He on the other hand also looked diffrent from the others and not just because of his emotions. He didnt have the strung out look of the others that come it and out of this place. He did have the badass look but he was still built and looked perfectly healthy not like a addict at all.

I relized he was looking at me as well. His midnight black hair in a "I-just-got-out-of-bed-and-still-look-this-sexy-look." Wait hold! Did I just call him sexy? Even if it was just his hair its not acceptable. No way was I going to be even slightly attracted to a gross addict that comes to my Aunt for thier latest fix. I practly ran back into my room to try to escape more confrontation.

Sighing, I decide its time to give up on homework and go to sleep. I tried, I really did but for some reason I kept thinking about captivating deep green eyes.