Destruction, Denial and Devotion

Chapter 1: Call Me [Part 1]

December 21, 2013, 5:00 AM

We are all born with the sins of our fathers. Bound with the very thing until death takes us, a statement that proclaims who and what we are. There is no way for us to unbind ourselves from it, even when we try to rid ourselves of the names of our ancestors, our true nature will show itself in our darkest hour.

            But in that moment I didn’t know whether I could believe such a fallacy.

            My uncle, who thought of me nothing more than a burden, had left me more sins to bare than my own father, or maybe it was my father that had left me with them by dying, placing me at the doorstep of the devil himself.

Either way I was doomed.

After I had walked into our apartment building, dark and dingy, falling apart like the rest of the buildings on the street, I was confronted with something I really wasn’t all to prepare for.

I could have sworn that I was already at my all-time low, but it seemed that whoever it was that ran this world, whether it be fate or even God, wanted to push me further into the depths of hell.

My face scrunched up, cringing at the men in navy blue uniforms, they were standing in front of my apartment. Their backs were tight, composed as they banged on the door. All five of them were looking at the door like they did in the movies, I was afraid they were going to break the door down, or worse see me, standing here and looking suspicious.

I stood there still, my feet unmoving. I needed to get out of here.

The frustration in me built up, ready to explode with anger. Life wasn’t fair. After I had already lost everything, it was somehow still taking more. One day it would leave me raw and exposed to the world, completely vulnerable.

I shifted from foot to foot, forcing myself to turn around quickly as I bolted from view.

“Hey, stop.”

Damn it! One of them must have saw me.

I ran as fast as I could to the stairwell, it seemed like all I was doing these days.

Running. 

The beating of feet against the ground, beat on the floor behind me. At least one of them were chasing me, if not more. “Stop right where you are!”

I tried to take the steps quickly, pulling my body faster down the stairs by the rail, my hair bobbing everywhere.

 I really wished I had a rubber band.

My heart beat was racing as I took the stairs, it was my god damned uncles fault. And he apparently had the audacity to call me an omen, well, fuck him, because he was the one who was always getting me into tight situations.

They were probably swarming the apartment by now, but my uncle would be no where insight, leaving them at black one. He was rarely there, always off gambling away the rent or with some bimbo. I was surprised he hadn’t gone insane enough to sell me off.

The problem with them rummaging through the apartment didn’t have anything to do with him, it was due to the fact that I couldn’t go back and I had nowhere to go.

I ran out of the apartment building, passing through the shaky silver doors, the place was a mess, and just like my life it was falling apart. My feet took me through a few alleys until I had successful out ran the cops.

I took the corner sharply, sliding against the ground until my feet lost their traction, sending me hurtling to the ground.

My body fell to the muddy ground with a plop. I could feel the stinging in my knees and the small abrasions on my hands, but they were nothing compared to the throbbing of my nose. It was as if it was pulsing itself, as my brain gnawed at me with pain from my fall.

I throbbed from the fall. My heart beat pounding clear in my head. I felt like I was going to lose consciousness. And in this part of town that meant death.

I stood up and kept going. I didn’t have time to moan about my injuries.

Feeling far enough away from them, I stopped and looked at my surroundings. I was at Kathy’s, the diner I worked at. Frustrated, I bowed my head, taking a seat on a bench in front of the restaurant.

I smoothed my hair back, trying to stay calm. My cheeks puffing out as air blew past my lips. Calm was a good thing to be in bad situations. It was a shame that I was really high strung.

I pulled my phone out of my wet jeans to check the time, but became distracted with Desmond’s text. How did he even get my number in the first place?

Oh, but you will, and I’ll make good damn sure about it. Goodnight, Cupcake.

The nickname still irked me, I didn’t even know where he got it from. Who knows, he could have come up with it on the spot for all I know.

I clicked on his number, debating on whether to call him or not.

He did say that he’d be angry if I didn’t. I had no other choice, he was my only hope.

I then clicked the green button on my indestructible go phone.