Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 "Erin! Get down here right now!" I hear my mom scream from the stairwell. Oh crap! Sitting up in my bed, staring at the old, cracked door. I push the filthy sheets off of me. Slowly walked to the door, the floor creaking under my feet. Before I could open the door, my mom blasted the door open, making it bash into the wall. Making the hole in the wall, a whole lot bigger. "You little ungrateful child!" She yelled, as she grabbed me by my tangled hair. "Mom! Stop!" I try to not scream. She dragged me by my hair, down the broken of steps. That's when I started to scream. "Shut up!!" She slapped me across the face. I dug my nails into her hand, hears her scream bloody murder. She quickly let go of my hair. I scrambled off the floor, and pushed her down the stairs. For a few seconds I watched her, roll down the stairs. Finally I came back to my senses and locked the door. Hearing her groan as she starts to come back to reality. I open the closet, and grabs my duffel bag. And ran upstairs and grabbed my purse. I have to leave.. I shove a spare pair of clothes in the duffel bag. I ran to my moms room and grabbed her wallet. "$153 dollars.. It'll have to do." I grab some of her gold that she had and shoved it in my back pocket. Then went back downstairs, now hearing banging on the door. "Erin let me out!!" I unzipped my duffel bag, and shove a few water bottles in there. And the bag of chips, some apples, and some leftover ham. And of course on the dinner room table, there was the reason for all of this. The whiskey... I thrown a blanket in there, then zipped it shut. Grabbing my shoes on the way out the door, my duffel bag slumped over my shoulder, and purse dangling at my side. I was on my way. ******* I rode on the bus, leaving my hood up so no one could see my messy, unkept hair. I had no idea where I was going, I stayed on the bus for a few days. Until I felt it was far enough away from Chicago. Sure Enough when I started to get low on food, I got off the bus and found I was in Virginia now. I walked down the road, shivering a bit from the cold. I reach in my bag and grabs a apple -My last apple- I ate it fast. I was so hungry but I needed to save my food, to make it last. The ham was the first to go, and now the apples. The only thing now is the chips and one water bottle. I sit on a bench, and wraps myself in my blanket. "Oh look what we have here." I turn my head, and sees four guys walking towards me. Oh great.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh Snap!!
I like this. It's a great start and seems really interesting… just be careful with your grammar. ^.^ and btw: are you going to keep updating all three of your stories?
Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I quickly jump to my feet. Holding on to my duffel bag, purse, and blanket. "What do you want?" I ask nervously, glancing at every single one of them. Of course you know what they want... They just smirked at me, and took a few steps towards me, making me back up just as much. Soon enough I was pinned to a tree. All four of them circled around me. "Leave her alone!" All heads turned towards the person- the man- standing a few feet away. He had to be at least 6'2. He has brown hair, deep golden brown eyes, and he looks pretty built. Probably around my age. Most likely older. "Oh yea? Whatcha gonna do bout' it Ken?" One of them said with a grin spreading across his smug face. "Just go. Don't make me...." He stepped closer to them as he trails off. . " if we touch this filthy hobo? Are you serious?." They all start to chuckle and one stepped forward, and grabs my face in his palm. "You disgust me." He pulls me to the ground, making me drop everything. "That's enough Mark." Ken said in a low stern voice. Not loud but still very powerful. "Alright, since the chick means so much to you, here you have her." Mark grabbed me off the ground, and thrown me to Ken. I stumble a bit, about to land straight on my bruised arm. But Ken caught me in time. He gazes at the four intensely as they walk away, hands in their pockets, mumbling and muttering. Ken slowly sets me down on the bench. He collects my things off the ground and and set them beside me. "Why are you helping me..." I finally choked out. "You don't deserve this. I wanna help you." I look through my duffel bag, and pulls out my half full water bottle. "And I think your running out of supplies." I look up at him, then at my water, and drinks it. It somewhat fixing my odd sounding voice. "I'll be fine. I just need to find a job, and buy a few things." I start to cough. "Your sick.." He said, as he presses his palm to my burning hot forehead. I stayed silent, fidgeting on the bench. "Can you just stay the night, we can talk about it in the morning. I'd rather you not sleep here." I meet his eyes. "Okay..." He smiles and stands up. Slides my duffel bag over his shoulder, and tucks the blanket under his arm. He wraps his other muscular arm around my waist. He helps me up. We walk to his car. He tosses everything in the back seat of his black 2013 Changller, and places me in the passenger seat. And buckles me in. "I'm gonna stop at a Drug store, so I can pick up some medicine for you." He glanced over at me, as he was driving. "Okay.." I glance out the window. ******** He comes out with three bags full of stuff. "Some stuff for you, If you choose to leave tomorrow." I meet his gaze. And he hands me the bag. And he drives to his house. A few minutes later he pulls up at his house. His huge house... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please Comment!! I'd love to hear what you think. haha you can't see me.