----- 'His lips tasted of cinnamon and whiskey... Even though he didn't drink. It drove me crazy, his voice got me on edge as I took in his scent. I was intoxicated... And I sure as hell loved it.' ----- Somehow, her parents pushed her out of the door, slamming it in her face as she braced herself from the autmn cold. She was 8 at the time, naïve and still young. She had a childish demeanor, and a soothing aura that calme everybody around her. She walked away at that time, her facial expressions showing nothing but curiosity and anxiety as she neared the park, clutching her rag doll tightly and the hem of her tattered dress. Her hair was a mess and her face was smudged, a bruise on her left cheek. She was friendless, lonely, and parentless. The small void in her heart caused her to be just as similar to her rag doll, empty eyes staring enviously at the kids that had their parents embracing them; loving them. She got off the bench, walking in the sand barefoot, as she plopped on the ground, playing with the sand, making a sandcastle before a foot destroyed her work. She looked up, three boys that were two years older than her pulled her up by the collar, sneering in her face. "My mother told me to stay away from you. I'm not afraid of you. What's so intimidatin about you anyways?" He dropped her and spat on the ground below him, kicking the sand in her face. She didn't cry, she gave up years ago. Tears were only a tool to attract attention, and she ha never gotten any. The way she was treated, people would think she NEEDED attention. Truth was, she steered clear of it, for all the attention she got were bad and cruel. The boys all nodded their heads in agreement, and the girl steadied herself, trying to stand up, but her attempt was futile as she was pushed down by the boy again. She stood up, again and again, trying and trying, ignoring the stares she recieved from familes and people. She smiled at them and waved, her smile friendly and warm. The people turned their heads away as she was slapped in the face by the boy, his snickering and laughter heard by the entire area. Nonody dared to move; nonody cared. A daughter of those two didn't deserve help, no matter how innocent and fragile she was. She deserved to be broken down, she deserved this. That was what everybody she talked to said to her, and she only shook it off with a graceful smile that spread across her lips. Her parents loved her. This was only punishment for her selfishness, being locked up in the harsh autumn cold. This was done for her good, they cared for her. She didn't care if her parents threatened or and beat her up, she was content. Content about the fact she had a family, content that she had a home to return to every night. It didn't matter if she was friendless, shoeless, or loveless. She was content, her unselfish desires the core of her naïve innocence. She was shook again, aggresively, and a figure behin the bushes emerged, throwing a rock at the boy from behind. The gang turned to look at a boy the same age as them, only taller and more boyish looking. He was attractive; cute in her taste. "Leave her alone." Was she deaf? Did he realt say that? Did he... Defend her? It was the first time anybody has done that, being the daughter of two drug dealing junkies wasn't an advantage to a social circle. She smiled then looked at the boy, smiling at him using her charm. He hoped it would win him over, and he did. He smiled back, a lopsided smile as he frowned and glared at the terrified boys. "Say... While I'm here scaring you, where's my money?" The boy was tossing the pebble up and down, slingshot in his other hand as he looked at the boys, his eyes emotionless as he glanced down on the floor and back up at him again. "Too shocked to speak eh? This'll refresh your memory!" He aimed perfectly; the pebble hitting the boy in his eye, resulting in him holding it, crying. It didn't even scratch him, human reflexes were triggered automatically. His eyelid had already fell before the impact. What an attention seeker. The boy smirked as they ran, the trio crying as they were intimidated by this boy. As the gang fled, he kneeled down, giving his hand to the girl as she took it and looked up. "Hey. They're gone now..." She smiled at him, knowing that he wouldn't tie her to a tree like the last time somebody faked to be her friend. ----- My new story rofl. Written in Author's POV, might change it if it disturbs me or if my inspiration isn't as strong as it is when I read stories made by more experienced authors. TEEHEE~
----- 'Somewhere inside his heart, beneath that armor, and beneath that badass façade of his, he really loves me. His drunk act was only to emit his charm, and I smiled at this.' ----- The boy took her hand and pulled her up, and the irl dusted herself, her short messy black hair covering her porcelain face. "... What's your name?" "... Cinna..." The girl whispered her name barely above a whisper, and the boy raised an eyebrow at her. "Cinna? Don't you mean Cinnamon?" "Nuh-uh... After my mom had me, she got drunk and slurred the part out. The doctors thought she said 'Cinna', so that's my name." The boy nodded slowly, eyeing her. "That's nice. Come on. Let's get you home." The girl took his hand as he smiled, his gesture kind. It was a first for the girl, and she giggled. Teardrops began to fall, and she shivered as dark clouds covered the sky. The boy looked at her, she was wearing rags a homeless person wears. He grabbe his coat and put in on her, covering her from the rain. Her frame being shielded by the coat, she looked up at the boy, mumbling something. The boy didn't budge, he just held onto her arm tightly as he ran to the neighbordhood, the house in the far left. "Thank you..." "COME ON!" He yelled, and picked her up, the small girl behind his back. The girl put her arms on his neck, hugging him tightly. Her wet feet was dripping water onto the streets, puddles forming as she looked at the boy. He had auburn hair and some freckles to match it. His eyes were hazel, an his face had determination written on it. Cinna's muscles tightened, and she nuzzled his hair, getting cold. His body warmth soothed her, and she let out a sigh of content. The boy suddenly stopped, and knocked on the door hardly, turning his knuckles white. "..." Her mother opened the door an gasped at the sight, her red eyes and nose a clear sign that she had been doing drugs again. Cinna closed her eyes as the boy put her down on the porch, and put his hand out to the woman. "Hello. I'm-" Before he could finish, the woman pulled her inside and shut the door in his face, the last thing he saw was worry and sadness in Cinna's face. He only smiled and shrugged it off, waving at the door and walking away. "WHAT. WAS. THAT." Her mother's voice was slurred, and she was shaken aggressively. Cinna's mother slapped her in the face and gripped her neck, and Cinna only smiled. She was drunk again, she kne it, an only breathed in the scent of her wasted aura. Her father tumbled down the stairs and pointed an accusing finger at Cinna, his voice raspy and his eyes rolling to either sides. He was high, it didn't bother her. When her father was high, he would say things he didn't mean... That's what Cinna hoped. "YOU DISGRACEFUL PITIFUL HUMAN BEING! If we didn't have you, we would've had the time of our lives! It's all your fault, bitch!" His father spat in her face, and hoisted her up, slapping her in the process. He hauled her and threw her inside the room, locking her in. Cinna touched the newly formed bruise on her cheek, an winced at the pain it caused. She lay on the ground, the empty room was her only comfort. ----- :0
------ Her parents slammed the door in her face again, doing things she never knew about, and filming those things. The only thing Cinna knew was that her parents were going to make "candy" and share it with their friends, and if Cinna ever touched their "sweets", she would get beaten. She hung her head down and walked slowly into the autumn cold, her greasy hair flying with it. She hadn't been bathed in weeks, and her parents didn't care. They treated her like a cat, letting her paw on the door when she needed a bathroom break. Cinna walked to the playground and sat in the dirt, drawing a picture of her family and herself like she always did with the crayons her parents gave her when she was 3. After that though, nothing happened. Stillness became the only comfort to her, and nobody even noticed. "Cinna!" The boy from yesterday grabbed her hand and pulled her into a hug, then scrunched his nose up in disgust. "Oh God... When did you-" "I haven't for weeks..." "Oh." The boy suddenly frowned, then lit up after a few moments of silence. "I know! I can bring you to my Aunt's house! She had these spare clothes that my cousin used to wear!" "used to...?" "She never talked about it." Cinna nodded, and followed the boy. It was a ten minute walk as they stopped in a new street, somewhere foreign to Cinna. "Come on." The boy dragged her inside, proppin her onto a couch and hollered for his Aunt. "Aunt! Meet Cinna!" "Cinna...?" The frail old woman walked down the stairs and eyed the girl, eyes widening when she realized that Cinna was the daughter of the two troubles, and hesitated. "Darling... Cinna-" She glanced at Cinna again before gasping. "Oh dear! Look at you! Haven't your parents done anything to clean you up?" Cinna shook her head and the woman only sighed. ----- :0
I'll give a sneak peak anyways. Cinna and the bot become BFFs but the parents pry them away and the boy moves away. Years later he comes back and blah blah blah- :3
It's in the next few chappies... The spoiler doesn't mean anything rofl. ----- 'I couldn't get him out of my mind, it's been six years since I've seen him... He makes me nauseous... In a good way.' ---- Washed up and done looking pretty, Cinna walked out and took some attire she borrowed from the boy's aunt. "... Miss, I heard him talking about your daughter... May I-" "Oh, Cinna. Her name was Mayflower. She died in an accident when we were out fishing, she drowned. The police still couldn't find her body though. She was adopted." The woman didn't seem to be bothered by what she said, and Cinna frowned at this. She shook it away, and stared down at the clothing that fit her eight year old frame. She was wearing a creme yellow hoodie with short sleevs and demin jeans, and she was generously granted a pair of baby-blue velcro sneakers. She smiled as the woman combed her wet hair and dried it, making it gleam as the black bob cut she had fit her. Her bangs were revealed as it hid her eyebrows and sides, the long streaks of hair elegantly laying on her chest. "Thank you, Miss." The woman smiled, realizing something. She didn't deserve what she's going through, she was innocent. "Cinna!" The boy hollered her name and stopped abruptly, eyes widening at the sight. She no longer smelt of cigarette smoke, she smelled of cinnamon, the natural smell she was born with. Her skin was porcelain and he wanted to just touch her, feel the warmth she emitted. "Woaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" His mouth hung open and Cinna ran over to him, poking him in the jaw. "Ow!" The boy rubbed his cheek and looked at Cinna, smiling soon after. "Thanks!" They both called to her simultaneously, and the boy grabbed her hand and led her to the park. ---- :0 No worries. The aunt will come in regularly.