Alright so this is my new Death Sentence story! Thanks to everyone for the interest! Sorry the first chapters pretty short but it'll get longer promise.
I did a lot of research for this story because I really wanted to understand the main character as much as I possibly could. I don't really have anything in common with her but I really liked the idea of her and so I spent hours making sure I understood every aspect of her life. Well I don't really know what else to say but thanks to everyone for reading and I hope you enjoy!
Back To The Streets
Chapter One- All That I've Got
People have always told me that homelessness is a choice. They say if you work hard you won't end up on the street but those are the same people that beat Minnie to death yesterday.
Minnie and I usually stayed close and we always shared the sleeping bag at night that I found in a dumpster a few months back. When she didn't show up under the train overpass like she said she would I wasn't really worried. She was probably curled up next to someone else's warm body. I always was cold and Minnie used to say I felt like I was dead already. Still I went out to see if I could find her. I walked for hours, wandered aimlessly through dark alleys and rough streets. It really wasn't a big deal though because I knew I couldn't sleep without her anyway.
The sun was beginning to rise behind the skyline when I stumbled over her stiff broken body.
"Minnie?" I asked my voice barely above a whisper.
She didn't respond, didn't move. She wasn't even breathing. I kneeled down beside her and brushed dull damp bloody hair out of her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips were blue and when I touched her cheek it was as cold as stone.
"Don't worry Minnie, I'll save you," I chocked back tears as I leaned down and placed a short peck on her temple.
Then I got to my feet and ran straight to the only person who would know what to do. I jumped over the all too familiar chain link fence and dashed up the crumbling stairs slamming through the front door. I ran right on through the building tears streaming down my cheeks not even stopping for the shouts of protest following me. I ran up creaky stairs and right through the chapel doors.
"Minnie!" I cried. "She's broken."
Icy eyes bore through me as I collapsed before a towering man's feet. He silently dragged me back up to my own feet, back through the building and out the front door. He yanked open the passengers side door of an old black mustang and pushed me in before slamming the door shut barely missing shutting my feet in the door. We drove in silence except for my weak croak of directions.
As he parked in the alley I threw open the door and ran over to Minnie's still form.
"I got help Baby. I got help."
I heard him approach behind me but when his footsteps stopped I couldn't help but scream at him.
"Hurry! She needs help."
I tilted my head back to look up into his eyes but he just shook his head in return.
"Billy please," I cried wrapping Minnie's cold body up in my arms and holding her close.
Minutes passed that seemed like hours until a warm hand squeezed my trembling shoulder.
"Rosie," his deep voice spoke beside my ear, his hot breath instantly giving me goosebumps as it him my neck. "She's gone."
I sobbed and held her close until his strong arms tore me away from her. I watched helplessly sobbing as he gently placed her lifeless body in the trunk of his car and climbed into the drivers seat.
"Wait!" I suddenly screamed and scrambled behind the car trying to pry the trunk open with just my fingers.
I heard his voice shout from inside the car but I couldn't make out the words. It was just a fuzzy static. Then the car door slammed and he yelled forcefully. "Rosie!"
I didn't stop even as my fingers tore open and started to bleed. He popped open the trunk and I threw it open in desperation. Then I reached down and pulled the charm bracelet off her thin ghostly wrist. I gazed down at her through blurred vision and kissed her goodbye before slowly shutting the trunk again. Billy stood in front of me his arms crossed glaring at me.
"What are you going to do with her?" I asked weakly staring down at my ratty converse one of the soles practically torn off.
"What do you think?" he snapped.
I nodded and glanced up at him before starting my trek back to the overpass.
"Rosie!" He spoke sternly causing me to turn my head to glance over my shoulder. "Go find Joe and get yourself cleaned up. You look like shit."
I walked to Bones' Body Shop and found Joe who led me back to his apartment that he shared with Billy and Bodie. Bodie was passed out on the couch while some naked girl lay sprawled out across the floor. Joe went over to the fridge and got himself a beer even if he was only fourteen. I walked into Billy's room and slowly shut the door behind me before curling up on his bed in the fetal position and crying myself to sleep.
I woke up in the dark. I'd slept way too long. I crawled out of the bed and slipped out the door. Slowly I crept down the hallway not wanting to disturb anyone. Night was not a good time to be roaming around in this part of town especially with these people.
"You call that cleanin' up?"
I jumped at the deep voice letting out a shrill scream. I knew it was him the moment I heard the voice but still I couldn't hold back the surprise. I whipped around to face him holding my hand to my chest as I gasped for air.
"Billy! You scared me."
A smirk slithered across his lips.
"Sorry... I... I... should be going," I spoke quietly stepping backward clumsily.
"No Rose stay tonight," he ordered his hand suddenly on my lower back guiding me toward the bathroom.
He pushed me into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, old habits die hard and real friends stab you in the front.