Street 16…and with Lucian. It took only thirteen seconds, and it had been thirteen days since I had been kicked out of home. Just as I was about to scream due to the fear of that fucking shitty number, Lucian cupped his hand over my mouth and silenced me.
“Shh…” He demanded, pulling me close to him.
The minute he saw that the coast was clear, I pushed him back and stood up, anger boiling inside of me. I really didn’t want to beat the shit out of anyone today… I just wanted to find some old friends, why does everything have to be so damn complicated in this life?
“You son of a bitch!” I screamed. “Why the fuck did you pull me back here?!”
He looked like he was taken a bit by surprise, and hell, who could blame him? But I was angry right now… With defense in his voice, he stood up.
“I was being chased! I didn’t want you killed!” He answered.
“My brother has either partied or gotten drunk with the people in this area. I’d be fine.” I seethed.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” He looked a little hurt now… Why the hell was he hurt? I really don’t get that guy and the fact that I don’t gets on my nerves.
“You don’t understand! It was the Russian mafia!”
Russian mafia? What the hell was he? Crazy? Why would Russian mafia be looking for him? I let the comment and the question slide and continued on.
“Don’t you ever pull me back here again! Is that clear?!”
“God damn Trisha…” He huffed. “I thought maybe you’d thank me or something for saving your fucking life!” …Saving my life, my ass. I had enough, and left the area as quick as possible. Why did he answer so angrily at me? Did I do something to hurt him? Well maybe yeah because I acted like a bitch but he didn’t have to be so hurt about it. Damn it! Anyway…
Guess there would be no reunion…Midnight croaks grazed my ears like a chime of vibratos, its diamond sky beaming with every ounce of focus it could manage on my sturdy, yet hungry figure. My frame was bare and if I were to picture myself from a plane, I’m sure the only thing you’d see coming out from the sleeping bag was my head and four fingers. I kept my distant look on those son of a bitch stars, our stares lasting for the past couple of hours. It always calmed me down when I was looking at the starts at night or the waves when I was at the beach. But also those times, were the times that I was so lost in thoughts that you could talk to me and I wouldn’t even listen.
Like when I was all alone…
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Hell in my eyes!
Teen FictionBy the age of nineteen, Trisha experienced things she should never experience for her age...
