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"Umm not to sound rude or anything… but kill her already, what the hell are you waiting for!" Slay yelled, spraying spit as he did so. The big vein on the side of his neck began to bulge farther out, as sweat rolled down the sides of his wrinkling face.

I hated being around this guy, but what choice did I have but to sit here beside him on this ancient stained up couch, and watch old cheesy horror movies for hours.

This apparently is called father son bonding, well at least that's what he was trying to get me to believe.

For some people sitting down and watching a movie with their father was relaxing, or even enjoyable, but I don't think it counts when all you can see is the smoke from your cigar; running freely around us, invading my personal space with it's stink. Or the smell of beer, mixed with sweat, and extreme B.O assaulting my senses.

Slay gave me a harsh elbow to my side, knocking the breath out of me, and caused pain to split down my side.

I struggled not to glare at him for this, but decided to keep my mouth shut, in hopes this wouldn't make he feel more openly to talk to me.

"I swear you can see the ropes moving everything around." He said with a loud sneer then he chugged the rest of his beer in one gulp.

I shifted away in slight disgust as he burped, making the smell of old beer to fill the room.

"You noticed that to?" I said my voice even sounding flat to me.

Slay laughed loudly at this making his stinky skunk breath blow in my face, making me gag quietly.

"I may be slow but I ain't stupid." He smirked, and rubbed his fingers on his already stained flannel jacket, that was also covered in cuts, as if it had been cut with a knife. I wouldn't be surprised if someone had tried to stab him, he was so gross he could pass off as a homeless guy.

I nodded to him, shifting even farther away from him, hoping to find a clean spot to sit on, but finding none.

I prayed my mother would find some way of getting me back home to Miami, back to a nice clean house, with two nice proper parents, and a bratty younger sister who needs read to every night before she goes to bed.

My heart ached as I thought of them, I missed them so much, even thought it had only been a few days since I had got here. Some how my 'father' had scrapped up enough money from poker games to buy a good lawyer, and lied to the judge, saying his had a perfectly fit house to raise a child, so now he has the rights so legally take me, until I turn 18, then I can go as I please.

Two years never seemed so far away. My mother had been heartbroken the day she watched Slay come pick me up in his old rusted up piece of crap he called a car. Even my step father had been upset. My step father and I had always been very close, he had been the man I looked up to most in my life. I had it all, the perfect life, with friends, a girlfriend, and now I have nothing, just a new worry every day. Would I wake up with bugs chewing away at my body, would I get cancer for breathing in all this smoke, and some nights I wonder if I will even wake up at all in the morning.

"Blade, go get more fire wood for the fire place." Slay grunted, and began to bang the TV as the screen suddenly went fuzzy.

I quickly got up, relieved to get some distance between us as soon as possible, but I paused in annoyance as I heard that name.

"My name isn't Blade anymore, it's Payton." I said trying to remain calm as pulled my light flannel jacket on, and rolled the sleeves up.

"Sure what ever, if you like having a girlie name, Blade is more manly." Slay smirked, and puffed a cloud of smoke in my direction, making me couch.

There really was no fighting with this guy, he wasn't even worth the breath. So I just grabbed the axe sitting beside the door, and made my way outside.

What a dumb place to put an axe, the locks on the door doesn't work as it is, now if someone did break in, they would have no trouble finding a weapon to take us both out.

As I stalked out to the wood pile, shivering a little at the late October wind blowing down my neck, making Goosebumps down my arms I whistled, just happy to be away from Slay at the moment, and being able to breath breathe fresh air.

I began to set pieces of wood on top of a large tree stump, and splitting each of them in half. I tried to take my time to prolong my time away from Slay.

As I took my last chop I froze at the sound of a wolf howl. I had know idea there were wolves out here…

My eyes searched the small stretch of forest, that the howl had come from, but I had seen nothing. Maybe it sensed how disgusting this place was and ran I wished I had that choice.

Picking up a few pieces of wood I took one more breath of fresh air, and went stomping back inside the trailer.

"Hurry Blade you're missing the best part." Slay yelled from the couch, sounding like he had a big mouth full of food.

God kill me…

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I groaned quietly in reluctance, quiet enough not to be heard, and did as he said,
I shoved the wood into the old rusted fire place sitting a few feet beside the TV, and watched the ambers flare brighter, and sparks to fly red hot everywhere.
I slowly made my way back to the couch, and flinched as I sunk down into the seat when I sat back down.
Slay handed me a bowl of popcorn, here you go kid, you need to eat more, your going to turn to dust." he said with his mouth full of popcorn.
I politely took one piece, and frowned in disgust.
"Doesn't that taste a little... Stale?" I said handing it back to him quickly.
He laughed, making popcorn kernels fly across the room.
He laughed, making popcorn kernels fly across the room.
I glanced at the clock and sighed in relief as I saw it was time for me to go to bed.
Standing up quickly I nodded to Slay politely.
"I'm off to bed now, i have school in the morning." I said with a fake yawn.
"Alright night kid." He grumbled to me, as I retreated to the back of the trailer, and closed the door to my room with a creak.
My room was probably considered the cleanest place in the trailer, but it was pretty small. My bed took up most of the room, then my dresser took up the rest of the room. But strangely Slay gave me a queen sized bed, that somehow didn't even have a crumb on it.
I crawled onto my bed to get over to my dresser, and began to undress. I wanted badly to shower but I only could in the mornings because of the lack of water we had here.
After slipping on my pj bottoms, and one of my old shirts I laid back against my pillow, and looked out the window.
Surely my life wasn't going to be thus terrible, it couldnt get any worse, so it could only get better.

Should I continue?

 

Waking up the next morning was no better. It must have snowed late last night; for when I woke up I was shivering, and I could faintly see my breath as I yawned.
Ugh, why did I have to be trapped in this little icy hell.
I stood up, chilled, and walked in to the small bathroom. Maybe a nice hot shower would help.
But ad I twist the knob of the shower head nothing but little chunks of rust came out.
I cringed in disgust.
How could this man survive is beyond me.

--Sorry it's short but I'm really tired--

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