unlost souls

what a spaz!

tw: sexual assault, swearing, violence, drug use (cigarette)

Abbey Martin, lived in the wealthy area with me, we happened to share a fence.  As children, she'd climb the fence and we'd play make believe, her often a prestigious princess, I some handsome prince. My mother often wondered if it was normal for myself to be playing the prince in the situation but she let it slide. I approached the large, brown door, giving it a hard knock. Normally the family resided upstairs, meaning they almost never heard the door knock. That's probably why they had small, loud dogs. The door opened quickly, Mrs.Martin answered with a smile. Honestly, Mrs.Martin didn't look a day over 30, with her short blonde hair and no wrinkles. But the thing that gave her age away, is the things she wore. Floral dresses my grandmother used to wear. 

"Hello Robin! It's so good to see you! Please, come in" Mrs.Martin said, ever so kind.
"Hey Robbie, ready to go?" Abbey grinned at me, swinging on the stairwell. Abbey called me Robbie when she was either angry or in a VERY good mood.

"Why are you so gay this morning?" I laughed. I often used that term to annoy her. The room fell silent. For some reason, I forgot that Mrs.Martin was highly religious and very against homosexuals. She seemed tense but started to form a smile

"Speaking of...gay, have you seen the recent marches they've been letting them go on? Absolute disgusting. It's just not god's way. Don't you agree?" Mrs.Martin said, turning on the T.V.

"Er, yes," I said quickly, feeling attacked, "Abbey, we're going to be late, let's get a move on"

"Oh right, see ya mom!" she shouted, before running to her car.

"You'll never believe what I saw!" I started, trying to enthuse the conversation.
"An alien? No! A cute boy" she giggled.
"No you airhead! A new girl in town!"
"Whatever, she sound's boring" 
"Ugh, you think everything's boring"

In the lobby of the cinemas I spotted two boys whom go to our high school. Michael Gingham, Abbey's boyfriend and David Ryan, a douche bag who uses girls.

"I didn't know you were inviting them!" I said, annoyed
"I'm trying to set you up!" she mumbled.
"Ladies,  good to see you" Michael shined his white teeth, pulling Abbey into a kiss.
'Bloody hell' I thought to myself.
"Let's go get some popcorn" Michael and Abbey walked off. There I was, left with David the Douche.
"Wow, those jeans look really cute on you baby" he winked.
"Erm thanks.." I blushed from embarresment. I walked past him to go to a small part of the lobby near the bathrooms, that was blocked from most view. Exactly what I needed, so no one saw my flushed face. Suddenly, I felt rough, warm hands on my waist behind me, making my its way  down. I didn't know what to do except try to escape their grasp.
"Get off me dude!" I shouted
"Shut up, you know you want it!"
That's when they were forced off of me by another person, I turned swiftly to see Lynette, punch him in the nose, probably breaking it.
"Don't you EVER fucking touch a girl like that again" she shouted before punching him again.
I stood, frozen from fear and disgust.
"Let's get you the fuck away from here" she grabbed my hand and off we went. 

The park was empty and the sun was setting, leaving pretty colours in the sky, like cotton candy.
"How are you holding up hun?" Lynette asked, seeming concerned. 
"Yeah, I shouldn't of gone alone, it's all my fault" I said, feeling guilty
"Okay, that's bullshit, you don't deserve to be assaulted no one does." Lynette started to light a cigarette
"You know those can kill you," my know it all self said.
"That's the point. Anyway, you go to the public school around here?" 
"Yeah, private school is stupid."
"Tell me about it, we should get you home"
"Okay, Lynette is it?"
"Just call me Lyn, you're...?"
"I'm Robin Maine"
"Like the bird,  you know, the one Mary Poppins sing to"
I chuckled, "I never thought of it that way".
"Don't think like everyone else, that's just plain boring. Come on, got to get home"

I laid in bed, starring up at my roof. What an eventful day, I thought.  David the douche bag had tried to get me on him but that bad ass Lynette had saved me. She so pretty and funny and...
All I could think about is seeing her again. That night I had pastel dreams of cigarette smoke and Robin birds.