He smelt of Burnt leaves and timber wood with a hint of cigarettes and his eyes were lifeless. The only things I knew Judd loved was his mother, music, and jack daniels. Though there was something deeper I would soon find, deep down in his black little heart, he wanted more.

Ok so this is a cliche bad boy/good girl scenario but I'm just really interested in creating a story like this and Judd Birch seemed like the perfect character to use :) also this has a religion topic but it's not a big part it's more like you go to church and your not paying attention but people think you are and stuff lol I'm Sorry. But it's not much importance to the story. So yeah just a heads up.