I was 19 when it happened. I sat in my room quietly waiting for the screams to end as they echoed through my house. It was the sound of my abusive parents being killed by a man with beautiful eyes and smile. That smile was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. "Raven Raven" I said mimicking them as I heard them scream. My hatred toward them began crawling out of heart. The possibilities of what he was doing to them crawled slowly into my head making my heart race and adrenaline beginning to shoot through my body. I was exited from the sound unsure why...
*3 MONTHS EARLIER*
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU B***H! DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU HAVE WHAT I WANT!" My mother yelled at me as she threw me on to the street. She was a drugget and made me sell my body for her needs if I didn't, I would be beaten and thrown out of the house until I got what she wanted. I felt as if I felt being watched on that particular day, and if right on cue I saw someone in the corner of my eye. Curious, I began to walk in that direction "headed" somewhere. When I got to were I thought "it" was I looked to my left to see a white, black, and red blur run away and I laughed at the thought that someone was watching and possibly cared, but I knew that wasn't the case because no one ever loves the damaged ones.
I got the feeling that I was being watched the rest of the week. It wasn't an "ohgodohgod I'm gonna die here's an idea! F******G RUN!" feeling it was a peaceful feeling like you could trust them, that you could melt into there arms and fall asleep not wanting to be awoken in any one else's arms. It made me happy for the month or so that I had felt it. It was late at night when I checked my phone. "Well I'm screwed" I said to no one in particular. "She's gonna kill me and... GREAATTT dads home and he's gonna make the "best of me ". I said as I continued walking to my house. "raven Raven" some one said in a whisper yelling way. I was confused but my curiosity got the better or me. I walked up to this strange man and saw him in a white hoodie but I could still see the scars. My hand had a mind of its own and began to trace the scars with you fingers when he pulled you hand away.
In a nervous way you ask " H-how do you kn-now my n-name."
In a raspy yet beautiful voice he kindly asks "Did did those monsters hurt you."
You go wide eyed and extremely nervous. "Its okay you can trust me I've been watching you for some time now" Unsure on how that helped you immediately you nod. An angry vibe comes off him and he tells you to leave and that he would see you in one month exactly on your 19 birthday. .1