SkaterGirl

Chapter One

My skateboard was the main thing that helped me through each day. It got me where I needed to go without any complications. I loved the noise of the wheels rolling on the pavement. It just felt right. Upon arriving at the skatepark, I was greeted by my boys.

Danny, the oldest of the four of us. 19, dark brown hair, brown eyes, very muscular, and a freshman in college. Kyle, the second oldest, 18, senior in high school, blonde hair and brown eyes. Then Vince, my age 17, dirty blonde hair, green eyes. All the boys were muscular. And they all had a story.

No one knew my story though. And I was keeping it that way. They let me in the skate club because they found me running away one day and said I could hang out with them for a while. That quickly turned into me going back home and making sure I spent every waking moment with my boys.

"Hey, Abs!" Kyle skated to me. "Where've ya been?"

I shrugged. "Oh you know. Just gettin all dolled up," I said sarcastically.

"Ready for graduation?" He asked.

"Most definitely. Where are the other guys?" I asked.

"Went to get some food," he said. "You hungry?"

I shook my head. "Already ate."

"Abby!" Danny's voice boomed as arms wrapped around me from behind.

"Hey, Danny," I smiled.

"Hey, Danny, here's your taco!" Vince said as he tossed a wrapped up taco towards him.

"Wanna taco, Abs?" Danny asked.

I shook my head.

"Ey, guys, there's gonna be a rager at Milton's tonight. Y'all in?" Vince asked.

"Yeah," they all said at once.

"Abs?" Kyle looked at me.

"Uh... I can't. Sorry, guys," I bit my lip.

"Oh, come on. Why not?" Danny asked.

"You know how strict my dad is. Gotta be home every night at eight," I said.

"Well then we'll chill at your place," Vince said.

"No, no. Y'all go have fun. I have stuff to do, anyways. Catch ya later," I said getting on my skateboard.

"It's only three pm!" Kyle called after me.

"I know! Bye!" I called as I skated away.

I couldn't be there anymore. They were getting too close to figuring out my home life and I couldn't let that happen. No one could know. As I rolled all around my neighborhood, I tried to accept the fact that I was trapped at my house. I tried to push my thoughts away.

As I turned down my street, I heard my name.

"Abigail," a deep husky voice said.

I nearly fell off my skateboard and looked at the man on my porch. He had a beer in one hand and a fist for the other.

"Dad," I whispered.