Monster

Bad Beginnings "1x1"

Heyyyy uhm it's me! (: just here to tell you that uhhh the beginning is shit so skip to chapter 15, yea? You don't have to if you don't want to.... Okay good. Enjoyyyy

I heard nothing but the soft humming of the rain, tapping on the roof top. I walked into the kitchen to see Vincent placing the golden orange cookies on a platter with a bunch of goods. I closed my eyes and I softly inhaled. I felt something rough apon my bottom lip. I backed away only to see Vincent holding up a cookie. I stepped closer, taking a small bite. For a guy, his baking skills were pretty damn amazing. The cookie literally melted in my mouth. He handed me the rest of the cookie, knowing he had done a good job and and smirked to himself. "Don't get cocky now" I said, laughing as I took another bite. Replied with "Don't count on it." I rolled my eyes.  

Vincent had always been my best friend. Yeah, I know he has a crush on me, but he doesn't have to know that I know. I'm probably not a good friend for telling him, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship. Apart from the liking, we're inseparable. We'd been there for eachother since day one. Literally, our moms were in the same hospital room. But there were always bad beginnings right? Vincent's dad had left when he was 8. Since then, he had been so protective over his mother. I never even met my mother. She passed away while she was in labor. She was such a small and petite woman. Her hips and spinal cord snapped trying to get my huge baby head out. The pain and excitement was too overwhelming. That was what killed her. The spinal nerves and the trauma. I killed her. It took me a couple seconds to realize that I was pondering in my thought for too long. Vincent's face looked concerned. "Viny!" I whined, "Lets watch a movie".  

"Alright, Alright" He surrendered.  

"Yay" 

Hours had passed. We'd gone through about 5 movies. Vincent was sound asleep, cuddled up in a blanket. I felt a small smile corrupt my usually pouting lips. I slowly got up, making sure I wouldn't wake him. I gave him a quick peck on the forehead before going back to my lonesome home. The raining had completely stopped, but it left large puddles. I grabbed my clothes, that were now damp, and walked off into the night. It was quite soothing actually. The wind was picking up quite nicely. "Paige?" I heard. I turned around to face the moppy headed kid again. I was a bit uneasy in his presence. 

"Erm.. Yeah?"  

"I'm sorry about earlier, I must have scared you. I mean look on your face seemed frightened. But I didn't read anything I swear" He said in a mouthful. I gave him a small smile. 

"Its ok" I reassured him. 

He nodded, smiling back. 

God he was gorgeous. He had the brownest (not even fucking possible) eyes I've seen. I stood there like an idiot when I realized that I was staring. I looked down at my red Chucks. Damn it. 

"I'm Luke" He says, slipping me a smile. 

"Luke" I said in a hush, trying the letters out for myself. "I'm so sorry, but I have to go home now, its really late" I said, stepping back a bit. 

"Oh, yeah, I'll see you tomorrow? " He asked, putting his hand up, gesturing a small wave. 

"Yeah, bye" I said, waving. 

I didn't know much about him. All I know now is that his name is Luke, he's a Senior, and he's in my Advanced English class. I felt a bit bewildered at the moment but also a little happy. Not a lot of people are that nice though. People would rather talk about me than to me. I arrived home to see the lights on inside and dad's car in the the driveway. I quickly walked inside, finding him sitting at the dinner table. Shit. 

"Where were you" He asked, his tone rough and animalistic.  

"I was at Vincent's house, Where were you." I answered in a hushed but annoyed voice. 

"Do you not realize that its nearly midnight" He raised his voice, completely ignoring my question. 

" I'm sorry, I didn't have a key to the hou-" I was cut off my his howling in my ears. 

"ENOUGH. WITH. EXCUSES" 

"DAD. THERE IS NO NEED TO YELL. I AM NOT A CHILD ANYMORE. IT WAS A SIMPLE MISTAKE ALRIGHT?!" I hissed, letting my anger get the better of me. I didn't stay long enough for him to say something else. I Stomped up the old wooden stairs and locked myself in my room. I was more of a solitary person. I never trusted anyone but Vincent. My own father doesn't deserve my trust. He was just another sick drunk. He'd come home, usually later than I do, and trash the whole house. He'd throw things, swear, but he'd never touch me. I respect him for that. But he was not the father he once was. He was just an empty shall, as was I. We all have bad beginnings.