Some of us think that it's the holding on that makes us strong; but sometimes it is the letting go that strengthens us the most.
~Herman Hesse
Prologue
"Run!" I scream at the girl who was currently staring at me with horror in her eyes. Her really beautiful blue eyes... but that was beside the point. She didn't seem to understand until I throw another punch at the man in front of me. She scrambles to her feet, her appearance completely disheveled. Even in the condition she was in, she was a angel. Out of the corner of my eye i see her pausing and stuttering a thank you before turning and bolting. I growl as the disgusting vermin tries to hit me again. I throw my knee up, hitting him straight in the groin and forced my arm upwards hitting him straight in the jaw. He stood in the air for a moment, as if gravity was deciding which way he was going to fall, before falling to the ground head first.
I groan as i rub my own jaw, hissing in pain as i find the new area where I was sure there was going to be a bruise. I made my way back to the playground, where i had been when i heard my blue eyed angel scream. I ducked to get under the bar near the stairs and crawled over to the tunnel. I felt my eyes search the darkness that covered the tunnel before settling on the scared, bright green eyes i loved. "Hey, little man." I say quietly. He launches himself at me and cries into my shoulder.
"I t-thought you l-left me-e-e!" He sobs into my shoulder as I fall back into a sitting position. I throw my arms around him and rub his back as he buries his head into my neck.
"Bolin." I chastise to the 7 year old boy in my arms. "I will never ever leave you, i swear to it."
And i held him like that until he fell asleep. I brushed my fingers through his crusty jet black hair and i carried us back into the tunnel where I would soon fall asleep. Being a 17 year old homeless kid was hard. Being a 17 year homeless kid with a 7 year old brother to take care of was harder. But worth every single moment of extra work i have to do to keep him safe. Bolin might not be my real brother, but hell if i'll treat him like anything else.
My name is Mako Jacobs. I have been homeless since i was 8, and throughout that time i haven't even said my parents name. I don't even say my last name out loud. I'm just "Mako." I have never believed in or trusted anything or anyone other than Bolin.
But the angel with blue eyes just might change that.
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