CHAPTER1
CPOV
I wash the remnants of nightmare away under the scolding hot shower, to rid of the cold shivers that keep me captive of my fucked up life. At 1 am , I am the only person awake . My parents and siblings are those who seem to have rid their demons and I am the only lost behind. My trail the remains of who I was – a little boy, younger than the age of four, neglected by the mother who carried me for nine whole fucking years, abused and beaten to the pulp by her own pimp.
I was no prostitute, but I was part of the package deal.
I was no drug addict, but I had to suffer as if I were one.
I was a young little boy, but they never cared of what I was.
They never cared, just like now. just like now Grey…
I step out of the shower and dress myself in grey sweatpants and black t-shirt, so that I am to go to my solace.
The morning air hits my nose, calming unknown inside of me, at the depth of my dark soul.
In…Out. the night terrors have gone, plotting of what is to come tonight, in my sleep, where I could just wish I could escape the harsh reality..
A loud scream breaks the solace I have found. With no thought, I quickly sail to the sound as I feel like I am drawn to the owner of it. So I sail, with all power invested and given by my adrenaline, I hunt, and m. A female scream begins again, and I quickly hop out of the boat, pacing to the girl.
"Leave her alone!" I growl, yanking the man from the half-naked girl. The man sways side to side, the hard liquor stings in my nose, his mumbles breaking the silence.
"What are you doing son? Did I ask you to do that?" he slurs stumbling, attempting to beat me.
Avoiding the foolishness, I take the girl away from safety, her closely held again my chest. Her strawberry-vanilla invades my nostrils, bringing warmth to where I last buried my heart.
I am just a husk of a man.
I lay her down on the boat, suddenly feeling cold of her touch in and out throughout my being.
"Hi," she murmurs after suspension of time has come and gone our eyes lost in their gaze, drinking the other in if it is the last time we are to see each other. "Ana… my name. Yours?"
"Christian. Are you okay? I mean that was quite a scene" I attempt to joke to ease the tension.
"Better," she breathes and continues, "I am now since you saved me." I hunt for a blanket as I am like a man in a mission.
All that I am is a robot ,lost in the world of schedules and order and complete fuck ups. After all I am 15 years, not 85 for God's sake, even though I am dreading the life I am living .After all I am human, not any human, but son of a crack whore who neglected him…