Dancing with the Devil

Chapter 1

Mia P.O.V.

“Just maybe, someday, MAYBE on your deathbed you’ll realize all your wrongs! Actually I think then that you still wouldn’t! I NEED and NEEDED you, yet you’re not there! I’m 18 now! All you care for are your precious drugs and men!” I slammed the door on my mom’s face and walked off into the dark. My mother had been a drug addict and alcoholic just about all my life. She refused to get help. She has missed so many important things in my life. My father bailed on us when I was 4 years old. I believe that was when she was the clean. Ever since then there were always men in and out of the house. The house reeked of a drug party at times. I only realized the distance between us when I was 12. At 13 I’d talk back but would bend over and kiss her ass in the end. At the age of 14 was I able to develop a mind of my own. I knew by then that no matter what she said or what I did, nothing would be normal ever. Nothing ever was. She had hurt me so many times and I was used to it, but now I was tired of all this. All this arguing, I just wanted peace.  Late night walks was that peace for me. The wind was blowing, it was quiet and the moon was lit up beautifully. You could hear the sound of a car passing every 10 to 15 minutes. I walked on and on. I ended up in a more noisy area. There was a fight or argument happening up ahead. I crossed the street to avoid running into it. It was for nothing because somehow as I walked on, the fight had ended up right in front of me. An older man in about his thirties with several silver hair mixed with his brown hair, tied in a loose pony tail that fell down his back, he was muscular, he had a grayish green eye color, little wrinkles were formed at the corner of his eyes. He was angry. He was holding someone up to the wall close to me by the neck. The skinny one began to talk. There was a smirk on his face. It was sort of scary, the look on his face I mean.
 
“How pathetic!” He laughed silently.  He lifted his head up and revealed the most beautiful bright blue eyes. His black hair fell towards his face. He looked the older guy in the eyes. “Is that all you got? You wrap your hand around my neck and ram me into this wall across the street and YET I’m not even off my feet! The only damage you’ve done was in fact technically not done by you!” His grin grew wider. There were people watching and were telling the older one to give the younger one a beating already. The younger one pointed to his lip, it was bleeding. He licked his lip and it gave somewhat of a sound. He seemed like he enjoyed the taste. “I bit my lip!” The older man became infuriated. He reached for something in his pocket with his free arm and I gasped. I got scared. I tried to stop him, everything happened fast and slow at the same time.
 
“Wait! Don’t do it! Please! We can fix this!” I grabbed his arm, I felt something wrap around my waist. I was pulled back. I screamed, “Nooo! Let me go! Don’t let him do it!” One of his crew or friends was holding me back and laughing.
 
“Now you be a good girl and let Bob do to him what he deserves!” His breathe was in my face. It reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. Gross! I thought to myself. It reminded me of my mother whom I did not want to think of.
 
The older guy chuckled, “We’ll see who gets the last laugh!” He reaches towards the younger guy.
 
“NOO!”
 
“Hahahaha,” the guys laughed. Suddenly, all the laughter stopped.  The arm that he held the knife with was shaking.
 
“Get. Your. Filthy. Hands. Off. Of. Me.” His one hand was twisting the older guy’s hand . He began moaning with pain.
 
“Why you!”
 
“Release me!” His blue eyes seemed a little darker and he looked really angry.  Angrier than before. The man that was holding me let me go as soon as the guy with the blue eyes threw the older guy off him. He flew to the floor. The black haired man stepped on the very hand he held the knife and spit, “Filth!” His friends cursed and pulled out a pocket knife and ran after him.
 
“You bastard!” The older man’s friends were saying.
 
“Aaah” was all you heard from the screaming man on the floor.
 
“You’ll definitely die this time!” 
 
“How dare you do that to Bob!” They charged towards him; pocket knives in hand, without thinking I ran to the tall figure, grabbed his hand and ran. I was a little ahead of the guy I was holding hands with. I felt a strong stare at the back of my head and all of a sudden without warning I felt myself lift off the ground. I was on his back and he was running even faster. Wow, I thought to myself. We eventually lost them, he put me down and I quickly held my hand out.
 
“I’m Mia! Um, thanks! I hope I wasn’t too heavy. Are you okay?” He stared at me. He still looked angry. He ignored my hand and walked close to me slowly. I trembled slightly. I hope I didn’t do anything wrong, I love my hands! The image of him crushing that guy’s hand came to mind. He leaned close and bent down. He was really tall. His eyes were closed. I could feel his face’s heat at the side of mine.
 
“Andy,” he whispered. I felt the brush of his lips as he kissed my cheek softly. His lips were more red than pink.  “I can’t get hurt that easily, especially by people like them. Thanks for trying to help, now get going kid, it’s dangerous out here.” He leaned back and walked past me.  The wind blew. My hair got in my face. I put my hand to the spot he kissed. I stood dazed for a bit and then turned around, but he was nowhere to be seen. He was long gone.
 
I opened the door to my house. My mother was asleep on the couch with a man. I tiptoed to my room and shut the door. I’ll shower in the morning. I put my hand to my cheek, it still burned and tingled. I opened the window and the cool breeze came in. I got into shorts and a tank top and hopped in bed. I pulled the thin covers over me and stared at the ceiling. I kept lighting up my phone when it went off. I thought of nothing. It went on like that until I drifted to sleep.  That night I ended up dreaming about that Andy guy.