Omg hey guys! so you all probably hate me, so my last story when my computer practically broke spazzed and my original story is gone! the max and fang one -_- and since when it got fixed it had to be almost completely wiped, all my files were gone. so i truly am sorry to those who followed that story, maybe at one point i'll try to rewrite and re-publish it, until then though if that day comes i'm going to be writing a lot of new stories that will be completely backed up like 1500 times!. enjoy the story!
I hate this, I hate this town, I hate this life, i'm sick of it all. Its not like i'm not used to all of it, this lifestyle. Dean never complains he seems to love it, that's why I think he's dads favorite. I used to think that that's why he always took Dean on hunts and left me behind, Dean insists its just because i'm not 15 yet. I guess we'll figure out if that's true by may 2nd, almost a whole year away. I kicked another rock as I continued my walk down the sidewalk. Then again Dean always tried to make me feel better. and don't get me wrong, I love him and probably even trust him more than John. If I had a problem I'd probably go to Dean. But this one problem I just cant go to Dean of John. If I did, they would tell social services about my family, they would find me anyways. Dean told me if i had any problems at school I better tell him and he'd take care of it, he told me if I even tried to cover anything up he'd be able to tell anyways. Well its been 4 weeks and I've managed to cover up well enough, sure he saw an occasional bruise or my wince but I got him to put it off to training. So much for a great first year of high school.
As I approached the motel we were staying at, I looked around took out my key and went inside. I dropped my bag on the couch that sat in front of a crappy tv, and made my way to the kitchen, I sat on the counter drinking some water. It was so quiet, Dad was on his own business and Dean had told me he'd be back a little later, said he had a "date" in other words unless I was dying or being chased by Lucifer himself I better as hell not call him or interrupt him. I got off the counter and made myself to the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror, I had bags under my eyes from lack of sleep and my eyes looked completely bland. for the most part my face was no where as nearly as damaged as the rest of my body. I pulled of my shirt only to be welcomed with bruises of yellows and purples and blacks and blues, all at varying stages of healing. There were also liters of cuts and several burns that accessorized my body, then of course the couple of lashings around my back or torso. I was a mess, I sighed. My legs barely looked better, I wondered how I was still standing, I touched his ribs and hissed, they weren't broken but they could be bruised or even sprained. I peeled off the rest of my clothes and stepped into the shower. I simply held my knees to my chest and let the tears slip, my life is spiraling out of control. Dean, John no one noticed. Just then I heard a knock on the door.
Uh-Oh Who could it be? Is it just Dean coming home a little early or maybe even John or is it simply maid service? I guess you'll find out soon. I know this is short but the thing is I always do this with my stories they start short and usually get longer and longer unless I come upon a completely dead brain fart. I'm planning on updating again after i finish studying for this damn history test ^.^ Reviews are like cookies they make me happy, or fat….fine they're low in fat cookies.