A/N: This story will contain rape and swearing just a pre warning so if you are sensitive with this stuff you have been warned but it won't be going into it deeply it just helps with the story that I have an idea writing about.

so let's begin.

I always knew that Santa Carla was dangerous at night as I was about the age of 17 when I got raped in an alleyway I guess that I also should of listened to my mum and stayed home with her but ,no, I just had to go out and have fun. I clearly remember getting whistled at and called over by a group of 3 guys as I didn't pay them no mind but apparently they don't like that. So I was grabbed and raped as they beat me in my face cause blood to run down my body in pools and what else did I forget to mention? That maybe I ended up pregnant and my mum didn't believe me at the time because she was to drunk to understand.

Although as bad as it seems I ended up with a son to which I called him Laddie. He was a quiet baby as he didn't cry or make much noise that was good for me but he had most of my looks with yellow hair and brown eyes.

So where am I going with this so far you may ask or how did I become a creature of the night? Well sit back and listen.

Laddie jumped out of my bed with excitement on his young face as he smiled and grabbed his jacket ready for another day as he shook me out of sleep as a lazy grin reached my face "Good morning to you to" I yawned sitting up stretching a few muscles. He squinted his small eyes to me annoyed "you promised to take me to the boardwalk for a ice cream" his small voice whined dramatically.

shuffling myself out of bed I got changed into ripped jeans a white tank top and my leather jacket. Laddie pulled my hand to the front door impatiently "come on!".

"Laddie, stop one second I got to find some money first" as I scooped around my drinker of a mum for money and I ended up getting $10 dollar note.

I grabbed his small hand and walked to the over populated Boardwalk of tourists as Laddie took everything in for the 7 years he has been here. He needed a father or someone else in his life as I was trying my best for someone my age of now 22 years old.

"Mum, I want this!" Laddie and I heard a small girl whine as we watched how she threw a tantrum about not getting something she wanted "I need it!" She squealed. I shook my head distastefully at them which was one thing I noticed with Laddie and that was how he never asked for much and he was got what he was given.

Pulling my son along I saw the vendor for ice cream as Laddie ordered a double chocolate chip ice cream cone as for me I didn't get anything for I need to save the precious money for Laddie because he deserves more then this really. He tilted his head as I didn't order anything. The vendor gave a greedy smile to me "that will be $1.50" I handed him the cash polity.

We sat down at a bench as the tourist flocked all around just to take a photo of the murder capital.

After about 5 minutes I noticed My friend Emily walk up to us in her tight clothes as she sat down beside Laddie ruffling his already messy hair "Kayla, how are ya?" She asked me with a smile.

"I'm doing fine that is if I get to sleep in" I gave a small playful glare to Laddie which made him shrug as Emily squealed "oh you can't blame him look at his chocolate covered face" she wiped off the mess with her pedicured finger " there's a lot more tourists isn't there?" I kept the conversation going to which she glanced around "I guess so but that means more for businesses. So what are you doing later on?".

I looked to Laddie with a small frown "Maybe going to the beach for soon it's gonna be night" I answered her gleeful question. Emily nodded smirking "or are you really going there to scoop out the hotties".

Laddie piped up "hotties?" His young mind asked confused as Emily smiled bigger making me try to stop her "it what guys are Laddie and one day your gonna be like that to" making me groan.

I stood up and grabbed Laddie's clean hand as Emily stalked beside me "so beach then ".

We probably spent the whole afternoon at the beach as night eventually came for I haven't seen Emily in ages but as far as night goes I'm not a real big fan of it.

"Laddie come on let's get going" I nervously said as Emily then said her good byes and kissed Laddie's forehead "be a good boy". Then she turned to me "as for you, you need to find someone and maybe get laid a couple of times" she quickly left to work at a bar.

Laddie tiredly grabbed my hand and squeezed it as we were walking through the overcrowded Boardwalk I noticed the lost boys. Well, that's what they called themselves so it kinda stuck but as I was walking past them I felt eyes on the back me as if I could feel their intense graze on me. As I then got stopped by a family to whom I guess were tourists as they looked fearful and out of place "I'm sorry to bother you and your brother but we need some help" the women begged.

Laddie yanked on my sleeve jacket telling him to quit it "what can I help you with?" I asked annoyed with Laddie's behaviour.

A smile crept on the families faces "well, we were wondering if you could tell why this place is called murder capital of the world. You see my kids want to know" she explained as their stuck up looking daughter snorted and their son smirked at me flirting.

"Oh, well I guess that because Pe-" but before I could keep speaking a boy came to stand besides me with his fishnet top and wild noted blonde hair as he smiled and laughed as I confused looked to him noticing that he was from the lost boys.

He answered the nervous looking family "your joking right? Why do you think that we get called the Murder capital of the world because usually it's to do with murder" he answered like it was the easiest question ever.

The wife stunted and said a small thank you and walked off as spun around to him "What the hell are you doing?" I asked angry and confused as he shrugged "you stuttered with your answer so I thought hey, you can use some help".

Then laddie tugged once more on my sleeve "mum I'm tired" the lost boy smiled to him "your a mum, I didn't peg you for one".

I snarled "Nor, did I" and then started walking off until I heard a yell "my names Paul and I guess I will see you later".

Then I groaned why did this always happen to me.