Before I begin this story, I just want to make some Author's notes. This is an original story by me, i would appreciate it if this was the only copy of it, and if fellow writers would not use this idea. There are only 3 main characters to begin with, being Destery Smith, Nathan Owens, and Alina. This is written in 3rd person. Enjoy the storyy!
Flashing lights, laughing, partying, it was the time of her life. However, until those two days were over. After that, it all went black. Her memories faded, and with them, her bliss.
The sound of keys being set on a flat surface echoed by the front door, as Destery arrived home. "Hey Nate." He greeted his best friend with a quick hello, and headed off to his bedroom. His footsteps stopped short, and he called back through the house to Nathan, "Nate! There's a girl in my bed! What the hell?!" Nate, being immersed in the Assassin's Creed 3 game he was playing, merely replied absent-minded, "Just go with it dude. How often do you get girls in bed?" Groaning, Destery walked back into the living room and retorted, "Nathan, I'm being serious. What the hell? She looks like she got jumped." Nate's eyes widened, and he asked, "Was she wearing a black hoodie and jeans?" Destery held back an exasperated sigh and merely nodded. Pausing the game, Nate walked down the hallway to Destery's room, all the while saying, "I had totally forgotten about her! She's that girl we met at Playlist live, like, two days ago. Remember? She went to taco Bell with us. I went on a walk and found her passed out in some bushes, so I brought her back here. I'm surprised she hasn't woken up yet." Nathan quietly opened the door, to find the mystery girl sitting up, wide eyed, in Destery's bed. She had long, light brown hair, which was obviously tangled. Her pale skin was covered here and there with blood and dirt, and her blue eyes looked confused, unfocused. "Scratch that last part, she's awake." The girl, who appeared to be about nineteen, looked at them with a look of utter confusion. She looked skinny, small and broken, wearing a large baggy black hoodie, a blue tanktop, and torn black skinny jeans. "Destery?...Nate? Where in god's name am I?!" She ran her finger's through her hair, and took a deep breath. Reiterating what he had just told Destery, Nate explained, "Not exactly sure what happened to you, found you passed out in some bushes a few blocks over from our house, so I brought you here. Did you get jumped or something? And I forgot, what's your name again?" He sat down on the edge of the bed, while Destery stood in the doorway, still sketchy about what was happening.
"I'm Alina. I remember hanging out with you guys at Playlist Live. I'm not quite sure what happened, but please don't take me back to the hotel, or the airport. Please! My mom and I got in a fight, and she's gone completely mad. I...I'm not quite she what's happened to her, but she threatened to put me in a mental institution, when all I did was get back ten minutes late. I'm sure she doesn't give a damn about me though, she probably already flew back to Montana. Anyway, I ran out of the hotel, after I grabbed my stuff, and then a group of girls found me. I recognized them from when I was with you two at tacobell, they were jealous that you didn't want to talk to me. I got jumped, and that's all I remember." Nate nodded, it made sense to him. There had been a grey backpack with her, and he had brought it, it was presently sitting beside the door.
Stepping forward, Destery asked Alina, "Okay, so you're like, nineteen, your mom is crazy, some bitches beat you up and Nate brought you here? Now what?" Alina looked at him, and answered, "Actually, I'm seventeen. And yeah, basically. Please let me stay here. I can't go back, I just can't. When we were in the hotel, she threw a glass at me." After her statement, the terrified girl lifted up her black dyed side bangs, revealing a nasty cut on her forehead.
Nate grabbed Destery's arm, and pulled him out of the room. Alina sat on his bed, unmoving, She couldn't make out the whispers coming from the hall, but it sounded like they were arguing. crossing her fingers, she hoped they wouldn't ship her back to her mother...she hoped with all she had that they would let her stay with them. After a few minutes, the furious whispering stopped, and Destery led the way back into the room, followed by Nate. Sighing, he began to speak, "Okay. We talked it over, and you can stay with us, for a while. I'm really sorry about what happened, and, it seems like you are telling the truth." Alina's eyes lit up, and she jumped up to hug him. After letting go, she informed the two, "I turn eighteen in two months, that's all I need. After that I won't bother you any more. After that I can be free, I won't have to worry about my mom." After a few moments, Destery nodded. She clapped her hands and said, "Thank you thank you thankyouthankyou!"
he nodded, and looked at the large gash on her forehead, concerned. "We need to get you cleaned up, that looks awful." Not to mention all the wounds she received from getting jumped. grabbing her by the hand, Destery led her into the bathroom. He picked up a towel and ran it under the running water. Turning to Alina, he warned her, "This might sting." She only nodded, and let him clean off the dried blood where the glass had hit her head. After the cut was cleaned off, Destery asked her, "Hey, do you want to take a shower and get a change of clothes while I look for some bandages?" Alina nodded to his suggestion, and the went their separate ways.
About fifteen minutes later, Alina, now brushing through her wet hair with the brush she had taken from her bag, walked into the living room. She had taken a shower and put on a change of clothes, and was now wearing faded grey skinny jeans and a white vneck t-shirt. Without the hoodie on, several cuts and bruises on her arms were revealed. Looking around, she saw Destery walking toward her with a box of bandages. "Nathan went to go run some errands, he'll be back soon. Feeling any better?" he finished his question and took out a bandage from the box. She nodded, and answered "Now that I don't feel like a dirty run over cat, yeah." Alina lifted up her bangs, revealing the cut. Now that it was not covered in dirt and blood, it looked worse. The gash obviously ran deep. Destery carefully placed the bandage over it. After running to put away the box containing the rest of the bandages, he came back to the living room and sat down on the couch. beckoning Alina over, he smiled and said, "Well, we are going to be living together for the next two months m we had better get to know each other. I didn't learn much about you from going to taco bell, except that you like crunch wraps." Alina smiled and sat down next to him, and they began to talk.