Greetings Earthlings!
Seriously, it's me Odo, ..on and now LovalyDisaster! (Sorry i get bored with names easily!) But it's the same story that I was writting back on my old profile, The Black Rose only I heard a song the other day and it was clearly this stories theme! The Streetlight Diaries by Search The City. BEAUTIFUL! Oh the story is the same plot and everything just a little tweek here and there. Nothing big but there WILL be an update for new stuff, please put a mental note on that because the good stuff should be coming up soon. Trust me! By the Way the lyrics in the begining is an experiement so bare with me on that! And the lyrics to the song is Dangerous To Know by Hilary Duff. I own nothing except the plot of the story.
*-.-*-.-*{If the Truth Hurts, You're Killing Me}*-.-*-.-*
Some secrets need to be kept. Some stories should never be told.
Some reasons shouldn't be understood, they just might turn your blood cold.
*-.-*-.-*{If the Truth Hurts, You're Killing Me}*-.-*-.-*
As the crisp autumn wind lingered to a certain brown house, in the middle of Broadly Street, there was a window open. The wind blew fierce in the room, making the blinds move rapidly back and forth.
While seventeen-year old Lillian Truscott lay in her bed scared to death, not knowing what to do. She saw someone kill her next door neighbor and did nothing about it.
Lilly was scared to move, yet even blink. She was afraid the man would come after her, even though he didn't see her, he would figure out she saw, and kill her. She quickly covered herself in blankets while staring intently at the window.
"It's alright." She whispered trying to comfort herself.
"Everything is going to be alright."
xXx
A footstep echoed in the dark alley, as seventeen-year old Oliver Oken came through the streets, strutting his stuff like the 'hot shot' he was.
"Smokin' Oken" is his gangster name, and if you called him Oliver he would shoot you for it. He was the youngest gangster in town, and yet he made more money then all the gangsters combined.
Oliver would always do up and beyond his expectations, which got him more money. But maybe it was the fact that the boss loved Oliver like a son. Every gang member envied the guy, because he would get everything, but Oliver didn't care. He liked getting everything and took advantage of it too.
As he walked into an abandon building were 'The Boss' was. He slipped in an old room were the walls were coming apart and the ceiling looked like it would fall any minute. But, as the place looked like it was going to collapse there was a small man in a chair counting money.
The Boss was the most powerful man in the state. No one new his name, and if you did he would find you.
He wasn't those softies; he was a small yet large man who hated the word "no."
As Oliver came into the room he smelled the sweet smell of tobacco and ashes fill the air. He admired 'The Boss' he felt like he was going to be like him once he did the deed 'The Boss' gave to only one man. Oliver would always think his next mission was that deed, but it never was.
"Come here son." A raspy voice called to the young man.
Oliver came over to sit down on the beat up, velvet chair. Stains of tobacco lingered everywhere on the ceiling, and dust and mold went up your nose, every time you inhaled oxygen. It was home to Oliver, yet he could do with out the cigars. He would never tell you, but he hated smoking, but he only did because of who he was a gangster.
"Son, I got a job for you." The small man croaked, while inhaling a cigar.
"Alright, you name it, I do it." Oliver said with a sly smile.
The small man looked threw a pile of papers, trying to find something urgent. Once he found he picked up a small picture of a family, and handed it to Oliver.
"Her name Is Lillian Truscott, she is seventeen years old, we are thinking that she saw Peter kill Margie"
Oliver studied the picture while nodding his head; he knew something was not right.
"We want you to keep an eye on her; she might be ruining my plans." The Boss said while flicking the ashes off the cigar.
No
Was all Oliver could think, I thought I had it going for me…
Oliver pulled on a straight face and the only thing that came out of his mouth was "You got it Boss."
As Oliver started to get up from the chair he heard a coughing. He stopped and turned around to see if the man was all right.
"Oliver, one more thing..." The small man said through coughs.
"You will be staying in her neighborhood till I say otherwise. Here is the street number and everything you will need, and Austin will be checking up on you in a month."
Oliver gently took all the information, so it wouldn't be too obvious that he was deeply upset.
xXx
Oliver turned the corner to an abandon alley were he found a man in his late forties standing in the corner looking scared and weak.
Oliver quickly took the man by the neck and shoved him up off the ground, smashing him on the brick wall.
"You told me he had the deed for me." Oliver said in a sweet voice while clenching his grip on the man's throat.
"I-I heard that he was going to give it to you master. I-I must have heard wrong." The poor weak man cried
"Yes…well you did indeed hear wrong because now I have to watch a stupid girl. She might be ruining his plans!" Oliver yelled while throwing the man into a pile of trash.
The little man froze while praying to God that Oliver wouldn't kill him tonight. He breathed heavily while watching Oliver creep up to him slowly.
"You better prove to your brother that he better get me out of this shit, and make me do the deed or your sorry ass will mine." Oliver growled in a low voice.
All of a sudden Oliver's face became cheery and sweet. "Do I make myself clear Melvin?"
"Ye-yes sir, very. I will go to The Boss right away."
As Melvin started to pull all the scraps of trash off of him, he looked up and saw no one in sight. As if he just talked to a ghost the whole time.
Xx
"Are you sure she got murdered because when the police found her there was no blood flowing everywhere." Miley said while walking backwards facing Lilly and trying not to lose her balance.
"I'm sure she got murdered Miley, she looked as if someone might had thrown her body around!" Lilly said irritated, she loved her best friend Miley but sometimes Miley would rather see with her own eyes than believe.
Miley was a beautiful brown haired blue eyes beauty, compared to Lilly. Lilly was short and Miley was normal height. Miley would always flirt with the boys while Lilly read, or did her homework, and when Lilly had a crush on a boy. The boy would always like Miley, of course Miley never went out with the boy just because she was a good friend but Lilly always envied her but would never admit it.
"Alright as long as you're sure..." Miley said while trailing off into her own little world.
Lilly had it. She hated it when nobody would believe her, and she would have to prove herself to everybody.
Lilly stopped walking and yelled "Yes Miley I am sure!"
Before Miley could ever say a word a voice came out of nowhere "Well, well, well…like always the blonde is the controlling little snob out of the two?" A tall boy came from out of the trees. He had dark brown hair that was covered up by a hat.
He was wearing a pair of dirty creamed colored pants with a black long sleeve flannel shirt that were pulled up to his elbows.
The mysterious man came over to Miley and lightly took her hand in sympathy. "I'm so sorry you have to deal with this everyday, such a beautiful woman like yourself must have better friends than this."
Lilly was fuming, who did he think he was? And coming here insulting people he didn't even know! Lilly was so angry the first words that came out of her mouth were.
"Excuse me? You don't even know us! So if you had any sincere bone in your body you would leave right now!" Lilly scowled and took Miley's arm and yanked her the opposite direction of the mysterious man.
Lilly was hoping she would never have to see that man again. Unfortunately she was wrong.
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