Hello party people! My full authors not is at the end AND YOU GUYS NEED TO READ ALL OF IT! It has important shtuff.
All you need to know for this is that it contains child abuse. If you don't like it or that makes you uncomfortable then please don't go further.
Oh yes and Jay is about seven years old. (it is a prologue…)
Enjoy!:D
(Psssst-I don't Chicago PD or its characters. The only thing that's mine is the Original 7. Don't worry. I get to that.)
Jay's P.O.V.
Miami, Florida.
"Look at me you little shit!"
Another blow to the face sends me to the floor of my dimly lit kitchen. The room spins as I groggily lift my head, only to have my father's fist assist my throbbing face back onto the dirty tile.
He grabs my chin and twists it toward him. Struggling stay conscious, I groan in agony as stars explode behind my eyes.
"I told you to look at me! I'M YOUR FATHER, YOU DO AS YOUR TOLD!"
With that he lifts me up by the neck and throws me towards the door, which I manage to scramble out of before he can catch me. Believe it or not, my dad can run very fast when hes drunk.
Bursting out into the dark city, I run as fast as I can down the river. My house,-shack, prison, whatever you wanna call it-, is right next to an open water drainage path that leads to the city treatment plant, although you can't really tell by looking at it. Its a sixteen foot wide concrete indent with dark, murky water flowing through it. Think a huge square concrete tunnel, with the top at ground level...and none existent. There is some fencing around it the closer you get into the main of Miami, but out here, in the outskirts of the city, its just wide open water. There's a lot of strong undercurrents too, so even if you can swim it's virtually impossible to get to the surface.
Moral of the story? You fall in, you're dead. Most of underground Miami calls it the Styx, from Greek mythology. The river of the underworld. Kinda fitting, actually. A lot of drug dealer put boat on it at night with their drugs to move them quickly to other locations. Living four feet from the river's edge gives me a unique kinda access to these drugs. That's what my dad was yelling about. Normally I pull the boats in, take some product, and let them go again. Whatever drug was being moved I gave to my dad, and he would be so high he would leave me alone.
One problem. The supply of these boats are not guaranteed. You see a year ago, a new drug lord started using them to move all his product. I started taking some, because he was too stupid or naive to put a bodyguard with the boat. He must've noticed that all of him shipments were coming in short, because last night there were three armed guys on there. I obviously couldn't get it, and my dad, short of his monthly high, got a tad bit angry.
He didn't mean to let me go either. When I get home tomorrow, I'm in for the beating of my life.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! I think to myself. Why the hell did I get him hooked?! It only gets him away from me for a day or two, and I should have known the free drugs wouldn't stay long. Now, unless I magically come up with a lot of coke, I'm gonna join all the dead fish in the Styx.
"WATCH OUT!" Out of nowhere, strong hands grab me and yank me backwards. I slam onto the cracked pavement beside the river and instantly feel blood start to pour from my noise. Huh. I don't get a nosebleed while getting the tar punched outta me but the moment I kiss pavement I'm Niagara falls.
"Are you okay?" Two black combat boots fill my vision. Looking up I find the source of the voice to be a girl, maybe a couple years older than me.
"Yeah, fine considering I was just side tackled into a concrete wall." The words come out of my mouth and I'm instantly scrambling to correct my rudeness.
"I-I mean, I'm okay, just a little blood. I'll be fine, you didn't do anything. Sorry." Her eyebrows raise in surprise.
"Don't apologize. It'll get you killed. And it was the ground, by the way." I'm thrown by her reaction.
"I-I'm sorry?" I ask, totally confused. She purses her lips.
"You said concrete wall. You fell onto the ground. There's a difference."
My eyes narrow and I scoff at her. "Not really, sunshine." She shakes her head, smirking at my official nickname for her. 'Sunshine' is the last thing one would think of looking at her. A black leather corset looking thingy covers her torso, chest included so you know shes not a stripper. A black jean jacket cuts off at her bra line, the frayed edged telling me she did it herself, probably with the knife she had strapped to the leg of her ripped black skinny jeans. All the dark she wears is contrasted by her slightly tan skin and dirty blond hair, that's almost a light brown.
Her feet are spread, left foot in front of the right. One hand has a thumb hooked onto her belt (which oddly looks like a type of seat buckle.) and the other rest on the handle of her knife. The sheath is strapped all the way around the top of her inner thigh, the blade itself resting in a black worn leather triangle that is tilted weird, so the tip of the six inch long blade is higher than the handle. The entire get up and attitude tells me that, while she can't be more than ten, she could kill me without any effort at all.
"Well." Sunshine says quietly. "Did I pass?"
"Pass? Pass what?"
She tilts her head to the side only slightly, eyes alit with amusement and I realize I've been staring at her for a good two or three minutes.
"You know for a smart kid, you're kinda stupid. I watched you analyze me." She pauses.
"And its and airplane buckle."
"Huh?!" I'm so lost now. My nose is still gushing and I'm starting to feel light headed. She pulls out a black and white handkerchief (which I smirk at) and tosses it to me.
"My belt. Your eyebrows knitted together once you saw it, which means you either don't know what a belt is or you've never been on an airplane. I'm guessing the latter, seeing as every time I've seen you, you're always wearing the same clothes. The buckle is the same they use on airplanes." I nod, glad she was finally making sense.
"So why were you gonna jump?" Aaaaaaand making sense goes out the window.
"Jum-What?! Who are you?!" I yell in desperation. She smiles before tipping her head back and laughing. The sound make me stumble back. Her laugh is sounds so….free. It's shocking. I've never heard anyone so happy. She stops immediately when I back up, her hand tightens on the knife. The action make me take a step further away. Her hand removes it self from the hilt.
"Hey, hey take it easy. I'm not gonna hurt you kid."
Swallowing I but as much scorn into my voice as possibly, hoping it hides my fear.
"I know."
Sunshine nods slowly. "How?"
"If you were going to hurt me you would have done it already." I say, praying its the truth. Another smile. Another nod of agreement. I step closer.
"So you gonna tell me why you want to kill yourself?"
"I don't." ...Do I?
"Uh-huh. And that's why you were about to run into the river?" She says pointing to the edge of the flowing water. There, about a foot in front of where she grabbed me is a sharp corner in the path of the Styx. If I had kept running I would be taking a boat to the underworld right now.
"I didn't see it. I wasn't looking. Just...concentrating on other things I guess." I get the this incredulous look from her.
"You mean that you weren't trying to die. You just have no spacial awareness."
I shrug my shoulder. She looks and me and shakes her head in amazement then holds out a hand.
"Rachel."
I look carefully in her eyes. I spent half of my seven years alive on the streets and during that time I've learned how to read people by their windows into their soles. Whoever said that metaphor deserves an olympic medal, because he was dead on. Her eyes are smart and look care-free, but underneath that is a world of pain and it's this pain that makes me trust her. She's like me: hurt, careful and wary of the world.
I shake her hand.
"Jayson." Rachel's face light up in a smile.
"Okay. So Jay, you ever been to the east side?" I shake my head no.
"Jay?" I question.
"Yup." She answer popping the p. "I'm to lazy to say 'Jayson'. Besides-" She turns and wraps an arm around my shoulders, making me walk with her down river.
" 'Jay' is so much more bad-ass."
YAAAAASSSS! ITS FINALLY HAPPENING! Sorry. I'm a little excited because I've been planning this story since December of 2014 and now its FINALLY UP!
Okay so a couple things Y'all need to know:
-yes Rachel is a big part of this story
-NO I am not pushing a romance between the two. I am a die hard linstead fan. (just go read Madness, you'll understand.)
-This story is gonna explore Jay Halstead's past, his time in Afghanistan, and of course how it plays into intelligence.
THEREFOR- as I said up top, this story will contain scenes with child abuse, torture, graphic language and gory scenes. If this makes you uncomfortable then please don't read.
I am gonna tell at the top of each chapter what is specifically in each chapter. (like a warning so you know)
Alrighty. Enough spoiler. Let me know what you guys think! BRING ON THE REVIEWS!