Chapter 1

I slammed the front door, running down the steps grabbing a nearby rock and hurling it through the front window of my house. Quint came out the front door. Quint is my stepfather only he abuses me. Everyone stares at me in school because of all the bruises he has left on me. He got in his car and drove away. I took off down the road pounding my heart into the gravel. Stopping at the bush, where I had hidden my dirt bike, which I had just filled with fresh gas the night before. I turned the key on to on made sure the gas was on and kick-started it. The engine caught on about the 5th kick. I put on my helmet and put it down to first gear then shifted to 3rd.   Finally, I reached the bridge and shut off my bike and took off my gear. This was it I thought to myself as I stepped on to the railing. I watched the water rippling below me.  I could feel the wind spraying water droplets up against my bare arms. Goosebumps had started forming on my legs. When I was just about to jump someone grabbed my arm.  The grip on my arm tightened, sending a searing pain through my arm all the way up to my neck.

        Then I heard a voice

“Don’t do it.” The voice whispered

“Please don’t I know how you feel I was in the same position about a year ago? Only, no one came to save me and I jumped.” The voice yelled.

     I stepped down off the railing, and then I turned around. I was face to face with a boy about my age. He had midnight black hair which was gleaming in the sunlight. His eyes were the color of the ocean, blue but almost translucent. He was wearing a black tee-shirt that clung to his chest and a pair of fox racing board shorts. His sneakers were the most beat up sneakers I had ever seen in my entire life.  I could just see the old dc logo on the tag.

“Why shouldn’t I jump my life is the worst life you could ever imagine.” I whispered. Then I lifted up my black and blue arm. His eyes grew wide but eventually shrunk down to normal size.

“Because maybe you’re life isn’t the worst you could possibly imagine. Are you living on the street freezing to death at night with no food or water to keep you alive? Do people just walk by and stare at you with wild eyes like you are some hobo living on the street. They look at you like the only thing you want money for is drugs and beer. But maybe if they thought about it instead of just passing you   and giving you a dirty look because you’re not wealthy enough to have the perfect clothes or the newest hairstyle or the newest cell phone. Trust me I’ve been in that position. Now who’s situation do you think is the worst?” He looked at me with those blue eyes which now looked cold and harsh.

“Thanks.” Was all I managed to say before he turned and walked away?

“Hey! Do you need a ride?” I called out after him.

He stopped in mid-stride. “On what?” He asked and a smile spread across his face. Slowly he walked back toward me.

I pointed to my bike and held up the extra helmet I have for emergencies. I handed him the extra helmet. I motioned for him to stand back. I turned it on and started it up. Then I put on my helmet. Then patted the seat behind me. Before I kicked it into gear I asked him where we were going. He just shrugged his shoulders.

“Nowhere really as I told you I have nowhere to go.” He answered as if it was the most casual thing in the world to say to someone. I squeezed the clutch revved throttle and slowly let go of the clutch. One we were moving I squeezed the clutch and shifted up 3 gears then slowly let the clutch out again.  I could feel his hands around my waist squeezing to hang on for his life.

(None of this is real) it’s just made up. Lol chapter 2 will be written by Thursday because i have to study for finals. Hope you guys like it.

Chapter 2

We drove around for a while then it got late. “Where are you going to sleep?” I asked him with wide eyes at the end of road. As he handed me back my helmet he shrugged. “I have an idea.” I told him with the greatest smile on my face. 

      “What?” He asked

“There is this really old shed in the woods by our house and its empty you can sleep there I will bring you a whole bunch of food and blankets from my house.” I said.

“No, I can’t sleep there will your parents know?” He asked.

“No, because Quint is gone this week on a business trip and mom died a couple of years ago in a car crash.” I answered. “Actually you could just sleep in the house until Quint comes back.”

He was going to decline the invitation but instead he just nodded.

Chapter 3

    We drove back to the house, his hands still squeezing my waist. I shut my dirt bike off and walked into the house. I noticed Quint hadn't been home yet because the window still had the huge whole. "Hello?" I called making sure that nobody was home. I walked up stairs checking all the rooms just to make sure. Jeez, I thought to myself I really need to vacuum this place. Dust clung to the stairs and counters. It looked as if nobody had lived here for years. When I came back down the stairs Jake was standing at the door still, looking as uncomfortable as ever. He was staring at the picture we have in our hallway. Finally, my eyes focused and were scared by what I saw. There were blood splatters all over the picture. I walked into the kitchen, noticing the knife lying on the counter with fresh blood in a puddle around it. The kitchen floor creaked softly behind me. Holy crap I thought. We need to get out of here. I ran down the hallway grabbing a bag and my wallet. I ran up to my room grabbed some clothing a couple of sweaters and then ran into my brother's room. I hadn't been in my brother's room since he had committed suicide. I stopped to open my brother's closet and grabbed some clothes for Jake. Searching furiously threw my brother's drawer I found the black leather wallet I was looking for. I was panting by the time I was downstairs. Grabbing Jake with one arm and my dirt bike key in the other, I yelled at him to the grab the suitcase that I had threw down the stairs. As we raced by the kitchen I noticed something moving I screamed instantly and new it was Quint obviously drunk. We bounded down the front steps. I hopped on the dirt bike started it up and strapped the suitcase on the back. Jake slid in behind me and we were already racing down the road, kicking up loose stone that had accumulated on the pavement.

Chapter 4

knew that I wasn’t supposed to be driving on the highway with a dirt bike but right now it did not matter. It was beginning to get dark outside and we didn’t have a light. So we stopped and drove into the ditch.  We settled down into the grass hearing the cars whizz by on the highway, then said goodnight to each other. 

 

8 hours later....

I was awoken to the smell of sizzling bacon and eggs.  Of course Jake had stolen a food choice for the breakfast. The next thing I heard was the police sirens and we were off again speeding down the road.

(Hope you guys like it. So Far)

 

 

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