My Protector

Chapter 1

Here I am. Why do I get myself in these type of situations? I look through my cell at all the other people. I know what I did, but probably not as worse than what these other people are in here for. I don't belong here with these sociopaths even though I am 18. I didn't even do anything really bad. Yes, I agree that it was kinda wrong, but In my opinion I don't think that it could of gotten worse than me stealing a couple of items from a store on that little abandoned street. I am surprised that the store has cameras by the way it looked all runed down.

"Let me out of here!I don't belong here at all!" I yell.

A small lady walks to my cell and stares at me with a little smirk on the side of her ugly face.

"I can't help you here lady. You did the crime so now you have to do the time," She says in a mean way and walks off to the direction where her little desk of fresh papers are waiting for her attention.

What is wrong with me lately? I don't think that I have acted this way before. Maybe it is all these fumes in this cell area making my head go bonkers. I have been here since two in the morning and now it is at least seven in the freaking morning.

"Hey! You will be out of here no time pretty lady." A large lady says across from my cell In a different cell.

"Thanks. But I am only here for no damn reason," I say back.

"Nonsense. I have been in here a couple of times and have always gotten out."

I ignore what ever she just said which is none of my concern. These people are really scaring me just probably because that lady just hit on me. I need to get some sleep real quick.

Clank. Clank. Clank. What the hell is that noise? I get up and see someone banging on the side of the bars of my cell. I see my best friend standing​ on the other side.

"Thank the Lord you came Clayton! I yell and get up.

"You can thank me later Tori, but right now all I am worried about is getting you something to eat and to get you some sleep," she says smiling.

"You said the right thing. I have been so worried and scared in this place."

"I thought you would be, that is why I came to get you as soon as I heard the news."

I ask in a concerned way, "How did you get the news?"

"Remember this neighborhood is small, Tori."

The lady that I talked to takes the keys from her waist and puts it in the key hole and turns it. She opens the cell door and walks away. I throw my arms around Clayton and gives​ her a tight squeeze. I can hear her try to get some oxygen from my embrace.

Right then I didn't want to leave the embrace but I know I have to. I just wantq to stay in this moment because it feels like I haven't seen her in years. And I mean years.

"Let's get out of here!" She says.

"Ok. I need my rest."

We both head out of there and head toward the breakfast shop. I am so glad to have a friend like Clayton. She is the best and has had my back since day one. No matter what trouble or situation I have gotten myself into she is always there for me no matter what. I wish that she wasn't with her snotty "boyfriend" all the damn time.

"What are you thinking about?" Clayton asks while concentrated on eating.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about something."

"Oh really. What is that?"

"Nothing! All right!"I yell.

I really don't know why I just did that. I can see the panic in her eyes. Those pretty brown eyes of hers. She has always been the pretty one. She says that I am pretty, but I don't believe her.

These things take over my brain way to fast. I hate it! Why does my curiosity always get in the way of everything that I do? I don't really care at this point and I wonder if my parents even care about me and what situations I have gotten myself into.

Clayton waves a hand in front of my face, "Earth to Tori, are you there," she says.

"Yeah. Sorry for yelling at you. I was thinking about something important."

"Apology excepted."

We both throw away our trash and head out of the cafe. We finally get to her apartment and I can't wait to get some sleep. If I see Deen there I will literally shoot myself. All we ever do is fight and usually Clayton sticks up for me when me and her boyfriend fight which is pretty funny to me.

I wish that my parents knew how to take care of me. Why the f*** did they have to turn my life upside down? WHY ME!?

These things are so f***ing frustrating. My parents don't even take care of me any more since I was four-teen. My life has been such a "joyride" and that is not even the best part. That means I have been living with Clayton for five freaking years.

I walk through the wooden door and see Deen lounged out on the couch. I try not to say something but the words just comes out of my mouth.

"What is he doing here." I say in disgust.

"What do you mean trouble maker," he says under his breath.

"Deen don't make me beat your a** cause I will do it just like I did the last time!"

"I'd like to see you try."

I take all of my might and try not to beat his little pathetic ass up.

I say with confidence, "You know what Deen I'm not going to waste my talent on someone pathetic like you."

I can see the anger boil up inside of him, but I know that he is trying to not start anything else or Clayton will kick his butt out. I see him clench his hands into fists on both sides.

I ignore Clayton telling me to calm down and I head to the room to get some sleep. Oh, bed how I have missed you so much!