Copyright © 2014 All Copy Rights Reserved Warning: Contains explicit sexual content for mature audiences only. A/N: THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING EDITED. Milyon Carter's life has been nothing but hell for her. She witnessed both of her parents lives be taken, and practically lost her life in a burning house. But luckily, she and her brother, Maceon Carter, made it out of the flames, barely bruised. They'd survived, and were eventually separated from each other, being swallowed up by the foster care system. Maceon ran away from the first home he was placed in and never looked back, he life in the streets began at a very young age, with no one to guide him but the voice of his dead father. Maceon had no idea where his sister was, but he didn't know that she was closer than he thought. Milyon has grown into her own now, at the fresh age of seventeen, she was placed in a group home. She gained one friend, Shy'Andrea, who eventually became her right-hand, ace, and sister. They decided that they were going to run, fuck the foster care system, they were damn near grown. So, they ran with no intentions of returning, they roamed the streets, homeless and penniless, until they approached by someone offering them fast money, they realized that they had no other choice and excepted his offer. Did they make the right decision? Will Mily find her brother? Will someone be her savior?

Boy meets girl, Girl meets boy. Need i say more? 'Don't get it twisted we ain't bonnie or Clyde she's just She and I'm just I'

"Don't make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations." I made a home out of him. He was where I curled up and cried. He was where I felt most comfortable. He was where no makeup was worn. He was my foundation. He built me up, but I never felt like I was truly his home. I knew I was his true home, but I felt like nothing but his guest house, where he'd stay when he was drunk or just had a lot on his mind. Where he'd crash when he was on a downfall. Where he felt most comfortable, sometimes... Only sometimes. But, I still loved him... I had no place to judge him, seeing as though I wasn't even a halfway house when we met... I just wish my home was more welcoming sometimes. I wish my home had warm colors on his walls so I could feel more at ease sometimes. I wish my home had no doors so he wouldn't be able to shut me out so often. I wish my home was made out of something other than bricks and steel so he couldn't be so cold sometimes.. One night, he told me, "As long as I'm your home... You'll never need any other shelter." So, I stayed. And, I got adjusted to those black and white walls and those hard doors and that foundation made of bricks and steel. I made a home out of him, and I'm living comfortably sheltered from the world. And, I'm afraid I'll never be able to move out.