Lights On Sixth Street

Chapter One

I finished packing the last of my bags as I walked out the door. Not looking back at all. My father has offered a place for me to stay for now. In order to get away from the troubles and secrets of home this is the only way. Max watched me from inside the house. Devastated he asked me to keep living with him but I just can't deal with him. I closed the trunk of my car. Tears hid themselves under my quiet eyes. Max ran up next to me and held me as if he knew I didn't like doing this either but I had to move on. No more guys ever. No more being involved in things that could trouble me. I wanted to start over and working for my father was the only way. As much as it pains me inside this is the only way I can deal with things.

"Babe please?" he pleaded.

"No." I shook my head. Looking into his eyes I saw the rage and hurt inside him. I was afraid of that rage especially when he used it. When he used it on me as if I knew already that he would I pushed him aside and hopped into my car. I locked the doors to my car just in case. His hateful glares shook me like a rag doll. I've lost everything I told myself. I have to start over. I remember when dad called that night. When he offered me to work and stay with him it was like the heavens had blessed me. Giving me a reward after all I've been through. I whispered as I drove "Mom I hope I'm doing the right thing?" and then I left town. The three hour drive has been horrible. Not once but twice I stopped for gas. Spending that much money when I don't really have much money was a terrible thing. Such an awful experience.

I have an hour left to drive and then I'll arrive in New Orleans. The craziest town in the state. Look at what I'm rushing into mom. All the night life here will keep me up when I try to sleep. Hopefully I can have a nice bedroom considering dad's rich mom. Oh goodie! There's a dollar store right up ahead. I can get something to munch on. I haven't eaten yet. If I didn't eat I'd probably pass out behind the wheel. Oh God! That is horrible. Also it would give us teenagers more bad names from adults who say we shouldn't drive at our age. I am an adult in my eyes at least. I laughed. Then I shut my mouth. It was like a goodie store in here. So much candy and chips to eat I may have bought a little to much but if dad didn't let me eat at his place then I can eat what I bought at least.

We're here! I parked my car in front of the mansion. I took a deep breath. I haven't seen dad since he left us mom. Will he even recognize me? I wondered. I walked up to the door and knocked. Maybe he wasn't even home? A young man opened the door. He is probably older than me by a few years. His hair was a mess and he was wearing jeans and a shirt. No shoes. His bright green eyes stood out from most eyes I've ever seen. He is without a doubt beautiful compared to most guys. I shouldn't be thinking about him like that I don't even know him. Best not to get involved with guys right now we don't want anything bad to happen. He gave me a glance over. I'm not much to look at. My straight red hair came to my waist. I had a white tank top on with a pair of jean shorts and sandals. I really should've dressed better.

"Where did you come from?" He asked.

I immediately took offense to that. What did he mean where did I come from? I glared at him. "I came from Vandalia. I'm here for my father if you don't mind I am coming in." I walked inside and was amazed mom. The whole house is as beautiful inside as it was outside. A huge living room is what I walked into. Two cozy leather couches sat across from each other. A flat screen TV hung on the wall above a small little fire place. A fuzzy blue rug lay out through the whole house. I looked up as I heard my name from the kitchen. Dad sat in a old wooden chair with a matching kitchen table. He has short black hair and a mustache. Wearing a suit and tie he has a news paper in his hand and a cigarette in the other. An ash tray sat next to him.

"Welcome home Abby!" He cheered gracefully then embraced me into a huge hug. "I see you already met Jack Crossing. He also lives here with his younger brother John. His family is in business with ours. They sleep here whenever they want so don't mind them walking in." He stated.