Back From Detroit

Chpt. 3

I screamed an ear deafening shriek. I froze. Emotion was over pouring me and I was soon sobbing checking my fathers pulse hopefully.

"No", I said in almost a whisper.

" No, no, no, no", I screamed louder.

He was dead. My father. The only one left was dead. I immeadiently called the police. I was devastated. That night I stayed at my nearby aunts house she was never home and I hated her but that was the only place I could go. 

I missed the last week of school. I was different. Eventually, she didn't want me living there so I was going to be sent to my mothers.

The night before I was going to be flown out to Detroit, I hurried to the skate park. I blasted the music skating feircly. Practicing all the trick my brother taught me. All the tricks I taught myself.

I thought about my whole life. How hard I tried to please everyone. Giving school all I had. Getting straight a's to please my father. Getting bullied. Beaten to all living shit.

All the hard work I've put in. How I've been treated like shit. How I've never gotten anything I deserved.

I skated my heart out to see those familiar three guys there again. I didn't cry. I did what I loved to do. Skate.

When I was done they weren't leaving yet. I held my board in hand. I was leaving when one stopped me. The one with long dirty blond hair. He had blue eyes, a good build, and he walked up to me. He introduced himself as Asher and asked how I got so good and where I learned my tricks, slightly flirting somewhere in the conversation. I told him to fuck off and I walked away.

Asher's POV

I watched her skate, I didn't understand how a girl could be so good at skating and that hot. Her long dark hair flowed as she skated and she was really good. When she was leaving that was my chance.

I walked up creating small talk and I'll admit I flirted a little. She caught me doing so and told me to fuck off. But I wasn't bothered it was sexy asf. I watched her hips sway as she walked away. Im determined to get her.

Luna's POV

I got home and slept immeadiently. I'm going to dread that plane ride tomorrow but at least I can get out of this place.

The next morning I woke up taking all my shit shoving it in the car and headed to the airport. I got to fly in different place. Since my father was rich he had his own private jet. I got to fly alone besides the pilots of course. It was extremely nice and I'm glad I can start over.

I'll post as soon as I can and thank you for reading if you even got this far I'm proud of you!