Authors note: This is my first story, so please, be nice. This is a fic specifically about Finn at this point in my head, but Jack might get involved more into the story depending on reviews and things like that. I will try update on a regular basis and things like that, hope you enjoy it.
P.S. Sorry they are short chapters, I'm not quite good at writing with substance just yet :)
I stormed out of what was my house, sending my ex Lee into a frenzy. "FINE, JUST LEAVE! SEE IF I CARE! WHERE WILL YOU GO ANYWAY?" He was right though. No food, no money, nothing. Lee had sent my friends away, and my family were long gone. I had no one, and now I had nothing.
I wandered the streets of London aimlessly for a while, trying to find somewhere that would keep me slightly warm through the chilly winter night. Soon I stumbled upon a house that seemed abandoned. No one looked to be around, and apart from the worn down look of it and how asbestos covered the house, it was beautiful. A two story masterpiece, and Victorian in style, painted a creamy white, with burgundy for the window outlines. It looked past its best though, and as I got closer I saw 'CONDEMNED' written on the front. This was home.
I pushed past the planks of wood blocking the front door, and entered an old hallway, still seeing that inside there was still lots of old furniture. I walked down the hall until I saw a bed in what looked to be a child's bedroom. It had a beautiful headboard with a dream catcher carved in the center. I inspected the sheets, and found no rats or any other fecal matter from stray cats or dogs, so it looked pretty safe. I snuggled in and slowly drifted off to sleep.
I woke with a start, hearing voices coming from the front door.