U N W A N T E D

Chapter 1

My head flew to the side as she slapped my face, hard.

'Worthless piece of shit!' She snarled. Boy. I could imagine my hands around her neck. I let out a soft laugh at the thought.

Only to get my hair pulled.

Isn't it funny though? The people you thought were the best and would always be there to show you support, totally change given the circumstances.

Well, don't know bout you but thats what happened to my aunt and uncle. One moment they're the best people i could ever look up to. And the next. Monsters. Both of em.

And their fucking kids?! They stand by with my siblings and watch it all. Too bad my parents died innit?

Last week. Fuck that motha fuckah. Had to have too many drinks didn't he? Came an hit my parents' car like there was no tomorrow.

Well, there isn't one for em now. I let out a bitter laugh.

'I used to look up to you yah know! Surprise! I hate you all. Every single damn one of you! ALL OF YOU.' I scream in their faces.
'Peace out bitches' i grab my phone wallet and keys and run out before they can do anything more.

Hey. You kinda know me now. Im a troubled 16 year old. Wasn't like this at all until they died. Straight A student. Now i get beat up for not havin good grades n getting in trouble at school. I don't have many friends.

Come to think of it the last time i was ever social was in grade 8. I was probably the fattest shyest most awkward grade 8 kid you would've ever met.

Made fun of by the 'gossip group' I only had a couple of 'friends'. All of em guys. Lost contact with them after going to grade 9. Highschool.

New shit. New people. Only person i knew was a kid from air cadets.

Ishaan. He's the only person that knows me. I can only open up to him and no one else.

Throughout my years in high school Ive changed. Ive lost a lot of weight and am skinny now I fight and can throw a mean punch.

Why not though? I need the money from the fight clubs.

My aunt thinks I'm a burden. My uncle? He doesn't know what to do. I feel bad for him. Spending practically his whole life with that bitch. Oh well.

I find myself pulling up to Ishaan's house. Tugging at the ends of my hair. My roots still hurt from when that bitch yanked out clumps of my hair. I probably look like a mess right now. But its Ishaan I'll be fine.

I call him on his cell phone and ge picks up,
'Wuz up Sherlock?' Don't judge we have weird nicknames for each other but...Ishaan usually calls me Sherlock cuz I'm curious as can be.

'Get your lazy ass out here' I sniffle so he knows why. He's the only one who knows what happens. Not even his parents who I'm quite find of.

'Comingggggggg' he whines.

A few moments later he shows up, opening the drivers side.

'Move. Im taking us somewhere special.'