NEED

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

        Twenty three year old Kirstin stumbled into her trashy apartment going straight for the bathrooom. She walked over to the the mirror and stared at her reflection flinching at the sight of her bloody lip and bruised cheek. She splashed water on her face and grabbed a peice of toilet paper gently pressing it to her lip. Sighing she walked out of the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of vodka that sat on the kitchen table. Not even bothering to get a glass, she opened it and took a big drink plopping herself on the couch. She looked down at her buzzing phone in her lap to see it was her boyfriend, if you could even call him that. She ignored the call and tossed her phone next to her. She knew he would be beyond pissed that she hadn't picked up but after the fight they just had she didn't want to deal with his shit. She took two more drinks and stared blankly at the wall. She wasn't going to cry...no she never did. She was too used to being abused and she was numb to the pain now. Somehow she always found herself in these kinds of relationships and she knew all she was good for was being someone's punching bag, her father had taught her that. 

Kirstin was small, about five feet tall and barely one hundred pounds. She had long dark brown, hair and chocolate brown eyes. She was never able to defend herself so instead she took the beatings almost without flinching now. She left home when she was sixteen and had been on her own since. She had no friends and she knew why. She was a peice of shit and no one would want to be her friend. She took drink after drink until she was feeling very drunk like she did everynght. It was the only way she could sleep soundly without being awakened by nightmares. She wanted to forget the memories of her past, and present just for a short time. She drank until she passed out on the couch.

Scott walked up the steps to his motel room. This place was the kind of place where prostitutes took their clients, very trashy and in a very bad part of town. He was thrown out of his apartment which wasn't much better than this place for not being able to pay rent and he couldn't even afford to stay here. He lost his job and the only thing he could do for money was sing on the street or perform in local bars. It didn't pay hardly anything. He approached the door and found his bags outisde. He tried his key but it was no use, he was thrown out of yet another home. He sighed and slid down leaning against the wall and burried his face in his hands. He didn't know what he was going to do. Everything he owned was in these two bags, he had no money, no friends, no family, and no place to go. His parents had thrown him out of the house when he was 18 and he had to make it on his own. They wanted nothing to do with him because he announced he was BI. They were very religous and his mother practically acted like he was the devil. 

Scott was over six feet tall with bright blond hair and blue eyes. He was shy around people due to social anxiety he had struggled with since he was a small child. His father was abusive and even though it hurt that they threw him out he was a little releaved that he didn't have to put up with the asshole anymore. His mother stood by and watched the abuse like it wasn't happening. Because of it he was afraid of...well everything and he hated himself for it.

He sat there until it was dark and then decided he better try to find somewhere else to sleep. He picked up his bags and walked out the door walking aimlessly to nowhere. Maybe he should just kill himself and get it over with. No one would miss him, he had no one TO miss him. He felt tears welling in his eyes and dropped his bags sitting in the grass in front of a very trashy looking apartment building. He refused to cry. He blinkined violently trying to get rid of the tears. "Excuse me sir?" He jumped startled by the stranger's voice behind him. He got up to see a man about his height. "Could you spare some change please?" The stranger asked in a gruff voice. Scott backed away a step and shook his head. "S-sorry no...I don't have any money." He answered his voice a little shaky. Suddenly the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small gun. "GIVE ME YOUR WALLET NOW!" He yelled. Scott was frozen and couldn't move.