To stand by him

Hey Guys so this is a story I just started, I love the Movie Stand By Me and i want to do a good job with it, so review and tell me what you think, what you'd like to see happen how i should change it Etc. i love opinions whether good or not good so let me know :D this isn't for me to enjoy its for you.

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"Anyone beat a full house?" my ears were filled with the sweet symphony of groans, cards being thrown down and the scraping of chairs. "Hey don't be too upset, come back and you can lose again tomorrow." I called to them laughing as I collected the coins, cigarettes and even a set of keys.

"Shut up!" a boy called as he kept he pace walking. I rolled my eyes and slid everything into my hat, then kicked up my booted feet to rest of the table top.

"You little miss are going to get your ass kicked in one of these days if you keep up your gambling." I looked up to see a man, maybe fifty three standing behind me. It was Mr. Mitchell. I rolled my eyes at him and shrugged.

"What are you doing here Will?" I asked.

"That's Mr. Mitchell to you."

"You've been telling me to call you that for four years, and it ain't going to happen Will." I picked up my drink and took a long sip as he sat down. "What are you doing here Mitchell?' I asked again.

"I'm worried about you."

"Feelings mutual, you're fifty man and you have a long drive in the dark." I smirked he pushed my feet off the table and glared at me.

"I'm not your man, I'm your God father and I think you need to knock it off with this stuff."

"You drove four hours just to tell me to do something I no way in hell am going to do?' I asked raising my eye brows now sitting up straight.

"I'm actually in town on business." I then noticed for the first time that he was wearing a nice gray suit, what was left of his graying brown hair was slicked back and his face although only fifty was deeply creased and wrinkled, saving my ass all the time ages a person I guess. "Thought I might find you here."

"You stick out like a sore thumb, rich investor in a rundown teen pub." he sighed and ran his hand over his hair.

"Anna, I'm just worried about you, I'm not here to cover for you anymore, and I know you can take care of yourself but what if your Dad caught you here?"

"He'd whip my hide harder then he does." I say nonchalantly.

"yes, and my offer still stands for you to come live with me."

"OH! So that's why you're here, good god Will I told you a thousand times, I'm not living with you. I can take care of myself. I do appreciate what you've done for me but lets face it, you're life is completely different from who I am."

"I understand" he sighed. "Just call me if you need anything, be careful who you hassle and stop being such a stranger." he said kissing my head. I looked down at me hands and nodded.

Will Mitchell wasn't my real God father. . . he had it legally changed when I was ten, shoot my dad was so drunk he didn't even notice he was in the courthouse. Six shots and my dad will agree to anything, seven and he turns into a mean drunk. . . .

Will had been saving my ass since I was old enough to swear, which was about six. I had stolen a doughnut and was caught, he was standing behind me and claimed to be my dad, paying for it. As the years went by "saving my ass" was covering for me with my dad, he claimed to be my teacher, police, neighbor, and my dad was so wasted he rarely noticed the difference. Pretty soon my dad just started calling him whenever he wanted to know where I was.

Although I never asked for his help, I appreciated it and I loved him like was my own father, it's just that I couldn't live with him, ever.

I sighed and watched him leave out the door, sure without Will things would get harder to hide from my dad, although he was a drunk he was still strict on things, like looking wholesome, he demanded that I wore dresses, so I just changed into them whenever he was around, my dad was careful, he usually beat me where no one will notice, he had some asshole work friends that liked to force themselves on me but I was a fighter, I could take care of myself. Moving to Castle Rock was the first good thing my dad did, he got us out of that trashy town and into a nicer place. . . the view I think they called it. Hell I don't spend any time there I wouldn't even understand why they call it that.

My dad is always strict, but strict parents make sneaky kids, so how I am is really all his fault.

I put my drink down and picked up the cards organizing them and giving them a quick shuffle.

"Whose next?' I called out holding the cards up in the air as I looked around the pub. People waved me off and ignored me, I heard a slam on the table behind me.

"I am" I turned round to see a hand in the dim light, holding two packs of chesters. I followed the arm up to a face. He was gorgeous, golden blonde hair, and sea coloured eyes, he wore a leather jacket a bit like mine, but he wore a simple white t-shirt underneath it and some faded jeans. "Your name sweetheart?"

"Winston. Anna Winston. And you are?" he gives me a breath taking smile before taking a seat in a chair, sliding the cigarettes to the side of the table.

"Chambers. Chris Chambers."

There it is a little inside look to what Anna is all about and meeting Chris. Let me know what you think and I'll try to update soon but I'm also writing another Story at the moment, I'll do my best though. Review and Comment thanks :)