My first story on here Enjoy? She slowly begins to stalk the cold, dark streets. Although this may not be a place for a teenage female to be walking alone, she feels comfortable. Not because she trusts that nothing will happen to her, but because she knows she has no choice. After yet another fight with her alcoholic of a father (who just happened to be drunk again) he brought it upon himself to remind her how useless she is as a person. And as always, took it upon himself to rid the house of her presence once again. She knows that it will only last a night. Tomorrow morning she will be able to return home, and apologise for HIS behaviour, and everything will be fine. She just has to make it through the night. She slowly makes her way down to the local park, where she sits down to take a break, and maybe settle down for the night. She had been walking around the neighbourhood for over an hour, hoping that someone in her family would try and find her and bring her home. This is never the case. They are all just as afraid of her father as she is. As she sits on the grass, she hears yelling and laughing, coming from not too far away. "They must be on the playground, on the other side of the creek", she thinks to herself. Slowly the sound comes closer and closer, till she can hear the voices clearly, like they were only a few metres away. She tries to make herself small, in hopes that they wouldn't see her, because for the first time that night, she was afraid. What if these people try to hurt her? She would be completely defenceless. Her nightmare becomes true. She hears someone yelling, and is aware that they must be talking to her. Soon they are all looking at her from across the creek yelling, "Hey trick, you a thug?" Over and over again. Repeating the same line. "I'm the illest thug out." She yells back. They all burst into laughter, and she realises that her scare tactics only amused them. After all, who would be afraid of her, with her soft, feminine voice, accompanied with quivering vocals...
-UPDATE- Now. There's no way I can pretend this was a regular occurrence. She, after all, was a just a regular and average teenager, from a middle class suburbia. And, this is Australia after all. So she herself was quite surprised when these 'thugs' turned out to be quite polite. Still not the kind of 'friends' you would bring home and show off to the respectable part of society, but they were far away from being evil. But also, there was the fact that they were all at least two or three years older than her, which is quite a gap when you are only in your early teens. After there initial confrontation, they invited her across the creek, to drink with them on the playground. Being only fourteen, she wasn't exactly naive, but she was curious. She had never lived very freely. Most things, especially change, frightened her. But, being curious as to who these people were, and what it was like to drink alcohol, she accepted. Although she had grown up with alcohol wherever she looked, she had never really thought about it. She knew that it did funny things to people though. She knew that during the day her dad was the nicest, most caring, outgoing person she had ever known, but as soon as he disappeared into his shed, there would be trouble. It seems that once he touched the can, or bottle, or whatever, he was transformed. Transformed into a monster of the worst kind. One you can't run from. But then, there were these cheerful, happy, hilarious teenagers sitting next to her, having what appears as the time of there lives. "Alcohol couldn't be that bad, could it?" She thought to herself.
-UPDATE- It's 10am in the morning when she finally awakes. She has no where in the world where she is, and she thinks to herself that she should probably be worried about that, but she feels dreadful to even think about being worried. She can hardly remember anything that happened that night, and feels like she would die if she tries moving. All of a sudden, she knows that she's about to throw up, so her extremely tired body gets up, without her really knowing, and starts to run... She doesn't know where she's running. She doesn't know whose house this is, or more importantly at the time, where the toilet is. So she throws up into the kitchen sink. "Looks like we had carrots for dinner, huh?" She slowly spins around, trying not to make herself any more nauseous, to find a boy looking at her. A very attractive young boy she quickly decides. He must be at least 6 foot. He has this amazing black hair, and beautifully tanned skin, which is weird for autumn.. And when he smiles, it makes the room light up. Perfectly white and straight teeth. "Who are you? Where am I? What happened?" She quickly asks. "Hey, um. I'm Ruffian. We met last night at the park? Don't worry, I didn't, and don't plan on hurting you, you just got a bit wasted, and I was too afraid to leave you alone, where some bad people... Men, might hurt you, so I brought you back to my place." After some greasy food, and a little nap on Ruffians couch, she finally feels a little better. Just like he said she would. She begins to let her facade fade, and when he appears again, she decides its best to get to know him more... Maybe it could be the start of a new friendship? "Hey Ruffian? I'm sorry I was a little freaked out earlier. My names Brozzy. Thank you for looking after me." She thought it was best for him to know her name at least. "No problem Brozzy, anything else I can do for you? Or maybe I should get you home? I don't know.. Haha" "This guy is cute. I don't know why I was so afraid. But I probably should get home, I have school tomorrow, and I'm sure my dad has sobered up and is wondering where I am by now..." She thinks to herself.
-UPDATE- As she walked through the front door, she heard her father yelling. "Surely he couldn't be drunk this early in the morning...? " she thought to herself. "Or possibly he never stopped last night?" You see, her father was under quite a lot of pressure himself lately, after recently losing his job in a major company, he had not only lost money, but because of his low education, (he had dropped out of school when he was 13) there was slim chance of him earning such a role again. "What are you doing here?!" She hears him bark at her. She chooses to ignore this remark, and march straight to her room. She knows that it was a risky move. It could go one of either two ways. He would either let her walk, choosing to ignore her disobedience, or, in the worst possible outcome, chase her up the stairs and demand that she leave again. Now, that second option may not sound so bad, since she had acquired the young boys phone number before returning home, but there was one problem. Her father had a tendency to get a little bit violent when he did not get his own way. It was nothing that would do any serious harm, rarely even leaving a mark, it was just the utmost humiliating act he could achieve. After ten minutes alone in her room, she decides that he would have let his pride go, at least for now. As she sits by herself, she begins to reflect about the young boy.
Thank you so much! I know it's started off a bit... Boring, but I'm hoping it will start to come together.. Any advice?
Here's an update anyway haha -UPDATE- Now, to say her life was good, would be nothing but an extreme understatement. At this point in time, she was going through hell. Of course her family life was crazy, and driving her mad. To the point of suicide to be precise. But she was also going through hell and back at school. She had just been told by her 'best friend' that she should indeed "Just fucking go kill yourself. You mean nothing to no one." And all she could think to herself was 'I'm trying'. But now there was another thing to consider. After hanging out with these young thugs for nearly every weekend for the past 4 months, she was starting to realise that she was falling deeply, and completely in love with Ruffian. To her, he was the greatest thing to ever happen in her life. Although he may not have been the greatest influence for her, his smile was enough to get her through. Hopefully. She knew that in trying to stay alive, by hanging out with one of the only things that made her happy, she was getting herself into some deep trouble. She had started to drink heavily and smoke weed and cigarettes. Not entirely for her own gain at that, she felt that it would help her fit in with her new found buddies. But these four months had been the best in her life so far, when suddenly, she is invited to attend a party of one of new friends from school. Of course, to make some new, hopefully better, school friends she accepts. Not that she wasn't weary. School parties had never really been her deal, especially where alcohol was involved.
-UPDATE- Time passes, and soon the up and coming birthday party is on everyone's minds... And lips. Everywhere she goes there is a conversation about this party. To be honest, It begins to make her nervous about what will happen, she's never been to good with social events. *The night of the party arrives.* Now. At this particular party, she knew she was out of her depth. The atmosphere was to easy, everyone was to happy, and worse of all, everyone seemed to having fun and enjoying each others company. This upset Brozzy a little bit. It was only now that she realised that she didn't really have anyone... So, she continued to drink until she was at the point where everything was a laughing matter, and all her social anxiety had gone. Somewhere during this night though, she came across her ex-best friend. And maybe because of the alcohol, she felt no anger, no... Anything. So she started a conversation, that, in turn would change her life. For the next couple of months or so anyway. "I would just like to say, ummm, I forgive you for what you said. If I kill myself, it won't be because of what you said." She manages to slur out. Suddenly, she noticed that one of the people that she would almost call 'friend', ran off crying. She decided it best to follow him and calm him down. "I don't want to you to die. I don't want you to kill yourself." The boy cries into her shoulder. Before she has time to reassure him though, someone else comes running up to her. Now. Pretty much this whole night was a blur to Brozzy. All she remembers was that half the party already knew she was going to kill herself, and the other half didn't.