Who doesn't love a bad girl?

Chapter 7

PAX

Danny and I were complicated. We had been talking for about a month now, and she hadn't put a label on us yet. I wanted to ask her out for a date but, I don't know. Since I've met her, I seem to have this pull. Like if we're apart for just a day or two, I'd be out of it. I think I love her. Fuck that, I know I love her.

I don't know if she'd love me once she found out my past though. My parents weren't really around. I mean, sure, they raised me, but hey didn't give a shit about me. Hell, I wouldn't be here to tell the tale if it wasn't for Sloane. The guy, without a doubt, is an asshole. But if he hadn't been there for me, to act as my parent, who the fuck knows what would've happened?

My dad hit my mom. A lot. Sloane is just 3 years older than me, but he acts like its decades. He has refused to let me go on my own since I was born, and has sheltered me from a lot of the shit with my parents. Granted I still saw some of it, but he saw way more than I did. As much as I hate him, I love him even more.

I dealt with drugs a while back. I guess I was trying to get my parents to give a shit or some other sappy psychologist shit like that. Sloane got me out of that. I was in and out of jail for random shit. Sloane got me out of that. I had an issue with alcohol. Sloane got me out of that. He is my fucking hero.

DANNY

I have been sleeping at Pax's a lot recently. So much so that I'm contemplating whether or not I actually have to pay my rent. I slept at home last night though. Pax was with me, but still. I had another nightmare. It was always about afghan. I went into the army the day after I graduated. I was a sniper, I had been setting my deployment up since the end of junior year, proving that I had what it takes. I went to the army for a few years, but I had to resign when Roe died. I wasn't normally in combat, I was on my own, but I had to fill in because they lost to many men. I decided to go back to college, and I found a roommate. We don't know each other, even though we've lived together for 3 1/2 years. Her name was Copeland, and we didn't really talk. I was pretty much never home, always at the gym. It wasn't 24 hours, but Mark gave me a key for my 12th birthday.

Mark was practically my dad. Since my parents were older, I didn't see them much. They lived about 45 minutes west, and I had school and the gym.

I was put in foster care when I was three. I don't remember my parents, but I've been told that they were crack addicts and that my dad was abusive. I didn't find a family until I was four and they are my best friends. They were in their sixties when I was adopted, and they are currently going for their mid eighties. They would love Pax.

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Hey, sorry for the short ass filler chapter, but I feel like the story would have more structure if we all had some sort of backstory, plus it will help me to write quicker for y'all! Also, we are almost to fifty reads! Hope you guys like it! Feel free to leave suggestions or comments.