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Dangerous Love

Chapter One

Chapter One

“Hey babe, come here.” My boyfriend Zach had called, I walked over with a smile. At the time I loved him, he took me in after my parents kicked me out four months ago, five months before my eighteenth birthday. (He lived in a cheap motel, which was okay with me.) My parents are the ones who called me immature, and out of control. I don’t know what to think of them anymore, I guess I slightly loved them at one point. There was no point in loving them now. They have a perfect child in their life, who hates me. Chris was his name, and he was adopted by my parents once they gave up on me, and called me a ‘lost cause’. They only ones who seemed to love me was my boyfriend and my best friend Bandit. Well that was until at least, my so called perfect boyfriend tried to rape me. He told me that I ‘should be ready’, hell am I. As I walked over, he pulled me over to his bed and got on top to me. He started kissing me as always, but it was different this time he was angry about it, more rushed. I then pulled away and he stated he didn’t care that I wasn’t ready we were going to do it now, and started to kiss me down my neck to my bosom. I struggled to get out of the lock of his hands on my wrist. Realizing that nothing was happening I kneed him in his package. He clutched himself and fell to the side, I ran out as fast as I can grabbing my purse. I could hear him running after me and I ran as fast as I could, the whole time he was calling a ‘mother fucking little witch’, ‘you’re worth nothing’. I ran down the stairs and out the lobby door, it was raining of course. How fucking cliché is that, and to top that off I didn’t have any shoes on or a jacket. After running a block or two, I stopped to look back. Wondering what just happened, he knew I felt that my virginity was the only thing left that I could call mine.

I started walking toward a main road; I was in the bad side of town, which was in New York, New York. I was deciding on where to go, it was either getting my own motel room or going to Bandit’s place. She still lived with her parents, that’s because her parents are never home and actually don’t live there. They visit her every once in a while to make sure the house is okay, just the house. I decided to go there; I would’ve ended up there in the end anyways. It’s been a few days since I moved in with her. Bandit was like me, besides the fact we looked totally different and she had a little brother who loved her. Derek, her little brother, was 16 and really cute. As in baby cute, he was smart too. He wasn’t a dumb shit like me or his sister, not the Bandit was stupid, but Derek was smart as shit. Unlike us, his path of life was for certain. He wants to become a fucking doctor for heaven sakes, I have no idea why he said he likes the idea of seeing blood every day or giving the fact of the matter that someone has terminal cancer. He’s an evil bugger, well at least on the outside, in reality he’s a big ball of warmth. I wish I had a brother like him; he and Bandit are practically family to me. A way better family than my own.

I was given the attic room, which was cool with me. It was always my favorite room in the house; all cozy like and it had a window looking down on the street. It was about 6’ by 7’ and angles at the top, so there was only enough room my bed and a side table. I was happy that my phone, wallet, and laptop were in my purse when I ran out of Zach’s place. Those were the only things I need besides my clothes. Which we had stole back, because Bandit was a little bigger than me. I still had the key, and we waited until he left for his ‘job’. We went in and stuffed all my clothes, shoes, and accessories in the suitcase we brought, and then we just simply left just like we simply came in. I had the suitcase in the corner on the left side of my door, it was organized and contained just like I like all my things. There was a long mirror on my door, so I just always had used that. I looked at myself now, happy with my body. I never thought about the faults of myself, I thought it was stupid. I didn’t care that my torso was too short for my legs, or the fact that I had a little arm flab. Or how my teeth weren’t white or my nose was a bit long. Yes, I thought of them every once in a while, but I mostly looked at my beauties. The fact that I had greenish blue eyes, my smile was otherwise perfect. My hair manageable and pretty at the same time, that I had long legs, and short feet. I’m not narcissistic; in fact I used to think that way all the time. Yet after awhile I realized that there are worst things in my life to mope around about, and the fact that my body isn’t perfect in my eyes or someone else’s shouldn’t be the end of the world.

I always tell Bandit she needs to think this way. She always tells me that she fat and she’s such an ugly duckling. She isn’t, she’s a perfect size 4 and curvy. She also has the most beautiful brown eyes. She also has beautiful curls that just fall onto her shoulders, which she died black with a blue undertone. She is also unbelievably sweet, and protective of both me and her brother. Even though she’s worse than me and her brother combined, she likes to rob stores and picket pocket people. She only rob’s stores every month or so, but picket pocketing is her thing. She always comes home with her pockets filled with wallets, watches, bracelets, money, and other things you would find lose on your body. She’s an expert at it, and does it so she can sell it to the pawn shop. Robbing on the other hand is for adrenaline to pump, and to feel dangerous. Which is always a fun act, she is planning one this Saturday, two days from now. She’s planning on robbing a local antique shop; a twenty year old ditsy chick is always working the register towards dusk. So she said it’s going to be a piece of cake and that she wants me to come. I agreed because it seemed fun, especially the idea of wearing a bunny mask.

I’m excited because it’s going to be my first big heist. It should be really buzzing, and exciting. I think after that we’re planning on going to the local carnival, it’ll be perfect. She’s the greatest best friend I could ask for, and I love her more like a sister.
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I happy to be writing again. If there are any mistakes, please feel free to tell me. :)