~A Million Miles~

Chapter One

**Facebook messages **

Me- Hey Kyle. How's life ???

Kyle- Hey Cass it's been okay miss my mom I can't believe she's gone.. :'(

Me- dude lol she just went on vacation to France for six months :) she will be back before you know it .

Kyle- I know but I miss her and I'm stuck her with my fuck ass of I father ever since she's been gone he's been hooking up with random hookers like this one girl last night she had like nothing but a laced dress and she was drunk off her ass and the second they got home my dad kicks me off the couch to "make love"

Me- well fuck that must suck I'm so sorry

Kyle - hey I have to go dads home bye Cass

Me- bye.

**Time Laps |later that morning|****

"Hey mom where were you last night me and Matt were supposed to go to the movies last night but nope my car is dead and you decided not to show up!" I yelled while my mom as she walked in the door with a extra large Navy blue T-shirt with a naked lady on the back,and dark sunglasses bigger than her face on and she was smoking a cigar with the ash longer then what was left of the damn thing. "I'm sorry I got caught up with an old friend and we hung out his son wasn't all that charming though he just sat at the dinner table drinking a beer and messaging one of his gay ass friends." She wearily said not trying hide the fact that she has either hung over or still dunk over heels. I stormed off into my room and started to think why everyone in my life had to be either a bitch or a fucking stoner I can't stay with my dad because he always has the step-monster around and she's a bitch and I hatIe being with Matt because all he wants is sex and private time At the movies and if I blow him off like I did last night I get punished one time he got wasted and stoned at the same time and he practically raped me it was bad and I know what your thinking 'why be with someone who treats you like shit' right? But it's more complicated then what you guess, but that's another story I will tell you about it later one when I'm not such in a pissy mood.

**Kyle's P.O.V.***

I walk downstairs of the rusty fire escape with the smell of sewer and weed in the air of downtown New Orleans my cranky neighbor scowls at me through his broken duck taped window as I pass down his floor. I never take the inside stairs anymore because last month when we moved here my friend Jazz from New York and I were walking down the dark musky hallway with the warm smell of strong vodka and cigarettes and the yellow lights were flickering at a slow pace , the farther we walked the faster the pace we were four doors down from our destination and the lights went out completely. Jazz flipped out she's scared of the dark but not in the little kid kind of way the kind if way were you feel like someone is watching you but you can't tell who or why without their expression you have no idea , she fell to the floor and screamed I heard a sharp crash of broken glass and the screaming stopped. And Jazz was gone I didn't cry and I wasn't afraid I was curious and had a weird kind of joy in me like the sound made me happy. I made a sick smile held my head high and walked the rest of the way to my door, my door is 666 their was a hole at the top left of the door like someone the though an axe at it I gave a grin and walked inside.