New story that just happened due to my computer being out of commission and not much to do

It was the sound of breaking glass that woke me from my sleep. I tensed up immediately, straining my ears for any more noise coming from outside my room. The sound of stumbling feet and more breaking glass confirmed to me that my father had been drinking again. Nothing new there. That however, spurred me into action, I grabbed my teddy and blanket and tip toed as fast as I could to the corner of my room. There was a ladder that led up to the loft, my secondary bedroom. My safe haven whenever my father felt he wanted to cause destruction. I've lost count of all the times that I've climbed up there hiding from him, waiting for him to sober up or to pass out. It was always like this, and sometimes I couldn't blame him. Nothing has been the same since Mama left us.

He would drink himself stupid and then bang around the house breaking stuff. Hiding from him in the loft was the safest option for me, I didn't know what he was capable of when he was drunk and frankly I didn't want to chance it. I'd simply climb up and haul the ladder all the way up so he couldn't get in. I don't even think he remembers that this room exists to be honest, but as I said before, I'd rather not chance it.

Whatever happened between him and Mama, it had left him a mess. During the day he would stare at me and then make some comment about how I looked a lot like Mama, it creeped me out sometimes. During the nights, he's always drunk. I stayed up here where it was safe and then the next day I'd tell him that I stayed over Halibel's house. He always bought it thankfully.

I sighed, and started to unroll the futon that was in the corner of the loft, I lay down on it and wrapped up tightly in the blanket, pulling it way up to my chin. There was no heating up here and also due to the fact that it's winter, this isn't exactly the warmest room in the world. I could hear the sounds from downstairs, though slightly muffled and I sighed. What a mess of a family I have.

If what I had here could pass as a family.

Sleep didn't take long to come after that. I welcomed it from the noise that came from down below.

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The next day, I found myself at school on top of the roof with Kurosaki Ichigo. He knew about everything that went on in my house and about Mama leaving and he was an amazing listener. He understood how I felt about my mother leaving and that made us even closer, forming a tight sibling like bond- his Mama passed away when he was just 9, mine packed her stuff and left not too long ago. Though he was a year older than me, he never brushed me off for his friends, instead he took me along with him and I became very close friends with the girls he hung out with, Orihime, Tier and Tatsuki in particular. Did I also mention I had no friends in my year? No siree, I was an outcast to them. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do when these guys leave in the summer.

"How was your night Nel?"

"Cold," I replied. He stiffened. Glanced at me. He knew.

"You know you should just report his useless ass right?"

I looked at him sadly, stifling the sigh that threatened to escape me. I've lost count of the amount of times that we've had this conversation. "I can't. He's the only family I've got left."

"You keep saying that Nel, but he's dangerous," pressed Ichigo.

"He hasn't hit me or done anything bad to me Ichi"

"Yet"

We fell into silence. I had no comeback for that statement. I never did, and although Ichigo had a point, I don't think I have it in me to abandon my all the time that had passed, my Pa was still broken hearted about my Ma leaving as he was the day it happened.

"He won't. Ever," I said. Though I felt as if I were trying to convince myself along with Ichigo.

"You keep saying that but you don't know Nel," he said running his hand through his hair in frustration, "but you know that if anything happens, I'm a phone call away right? We've always got room at my place if anything falls through," he said with a slight smile.

I smiled back at him. "I know. You're the best Ichi"

He graced me with one of his rare grins, "I know. Now c'mon, I'll walk you to your next lesson,"

I sat up and dusted off my school skirt and started after the taller boy, who just so happened to be halfway across the roof to the exit. I sped up to a jog to catch up to him.

"Oi! What's the point in offering to walk me to class if you're gonna leave me behind?!"I said exasperated.

"I'm not leaving you behind, maybe you should just walk faster twerp,"

"I am not a twerp!" I said indigantly

"Suuuure, if ya say so...twerp"

"Call me that again one more time Kurosaki Ichigo and I swear I'll- oof!"

I was so caught up in my argument with Ichigo that I wasn't watching where I was going, and ended up knocking into someone. Said someone was holding onto my arms to prevent me from falling back, similar to how I was holding onto his arms. And my goodness they were arms. So muscular and hard to the touch-

"Yo, shorty. Watch where you're going nex' time will ya"

I looked up from the arms of the stranger and was hit by blue. Blue eyes and blue hair. Was that even natural? Who was I to speak I had green hair and Ichi had orange hair-

"Soo...we gonna stand here starin' at each other or d'ya plan on lettin' me go anytime soon pretty lady?"

I licked my lips. That voice. Kami that voice. My throat suddenly went dry and for some strange reason I forgot how to speak. All I could do was stare at his face.

He cleared his throat and then I realized that I really had been staring at him and gripping onto his arms. I quickly let go of him, feeling my cheeks burn to red. Oh my days he probably thought I was an idiot!

He appraised me, the corner of his lips tilting upwards and then he said, "Well anyways I got ta get to the nex' stupid lesson, I guess I'll be seein' you around or somethin' Shorty,"

I nodded, swallowed and watched him walk off towards a group of guys which I assume were his friends who seemed to have been waiting for him further along the hall way.

"Nel! Are you alright?!" came Ichigo's voice out of the blue.

I stared dazedly at him and shook my head, "Yea...yea why wouldn't I be?" I asked. Pull yourself together girl! I chastised myself.

"Why were you talking to Grimmjow? He's not safe to be around at all," said Ichigo as we resumed our journey to the Language block.

Grimmjow? So that's his name...

"He's pretty" Did I just say that out loud? Oh Kami.

Ichigo snorted. "Well that's one way girls describe his mutt face. C'mon walk faster or we're gonna be late"

"oO-okay" I said absently. My mind wasn't focused on getting to Language at all. My mind wasn't even focused on my crazy drunk father for once. It was instead focused on that rough looking blue haired boy. Grimmjow huh? Such an extraordinary name. Such a extraordinary face.