Here is one out of four of my new story ideas I hope you enjoy this little preview chapter, please review with all your comments positive and negative,
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My feet grew tired and I began walking again. I looked at my surroundings. All there was were woods. I checked my wallet. I had only one hundred dollars left to my name. I pulled the track phone I had bought at a dollar store a couple towns over. It had been three days since I left home. I didn't miss my parents at all. They probably didn't miss me either. On the other hand I feel bad for leaving my younger siblings, Jayce, Braden, and Greta. Jayce would take care of them though he promised me that. I thought about wasting some of my minutes to send a text to him to make sure everything was going ok. I shook the thought out of my head he was 14 I started taking care of them when I was ten. After Greta was born my mom returned to alcohol and my dad continued with the drugs. I scolded myself for leaving my younger siblings to deal with them but I was looking for a better life for us. I won't be 18 until next October. I'm still to young to even get an apartment on my own so until then I was on the run using my fake ID to stay in cheap motels or camping out in abandoned houses or cars. I came to a clearing in the woods. I saw a house that looked plenty abandonded. I wasn't that tired but I probably should take the rest considering I didn't have much money left. I trotted up to the door and let myself in. I flung my throw bag on the ground. I looked around noticing the condition of the house. It looked like there had been a fire. A sound of floor boards creeking from the upstairs quickly ended my observations. "Hello?" I shouted obviously I wasn't alone. I really needed to be more careful when walking into random houses, I noted int my head. A loud thump came from behind me. I whipped my blonde curly mane around to see what had fallen. It was a board more than likely from the ceiling. I looke up to see where It fell from and I swore I saw two red dots, that looked an awful lot like eyes glaring at me. I blinked my blue eyes repeatidly making sure I was seeing things. Sure enough I was. I walked around the downstairs making sure I was completely alone. I looked up the stairs deciding not to walk up them because they didn't seem very sterdy.
"Did you find anything?" A stern voice asked from behind me. I whipped around and there stood an extremely buff man. He had a stubble of beard forming. His green eyes burned into my face as if he had heat vision. His face remained serious, "You do know your trespassing, right?" He asked me raising an eyebrow.
"Oh I'm sorry," I scurried over to my bag, "I didn't know anyone lived here." I studdered heading for the door.
He steped in front of me blocking the exit, "I should call the cops." He suggested.
"No, please don't" I begged, The cops would surely send me back to my family this was supossed to be mine and my younger siblings last chance.
"Well I won't, because I don't like their company, Why don't you come take a seat." He grabbed my arm dragging me towards the living room. He had a strong grip that I couldn't shake. "You're not from around here are you?" He quizzed, "I haven't seen you around." He added I shook my head. "You know you can talk I don't bite." He chuckled to himself as if he was lying.
"W-What are you going to do to me?" I asked fear rising in my body.
He raised an eyebrow and let out a chuckle, "I'm not going to harm you." He admitted, "I was just showing some hospitality it's not every day I get a guest." He facial expression never changed, "So what's your name and what brings you to Beacon Hills?"
I gulped, well at least I knew what town I was in, "Bella." I lied giving the man the phony name that was printed on my fake ID.
"Now sweetie don't lie to me I know that's not your name." He smirked.
"Yes it is," I fished into my bag grabbing my wallet and took out the ID, "See." I handed it over.
"This is fake." He stated handing it back to me within seconds. Damn he was good. "Now I know you are lying because your heart peaked." What the hell my heart peaked?
"Excuse me but I can't even hear my heart how in the hell can you?" I pushed folding my arms across my chest.
"Well if I told you," He began then shook his head, "Never mind it."
"No what?" I demanded my biggest pet peeve was people who started to say something they knew they shouldn't and stop half way through the sentence.
"Well you have to tell me your real name first," I opened my mouth but he inturupted, "Remember I'll know if you are lying." He reminded
I rolled my eyes, "Dominica." I admitted.
"That's a very nice name, I'm Derek. If you don't mind me asking once again, Why are you in Beacon Hills?" He asked running his fingers through his black hair.
"It's personal." I stated, "What were you saying earlier?" I pushed.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." He stated.
"I ran away." I admitted.
"Excuse me?" He asked confused.
"I ran away leaving my three younger siblings with a drunk mother and a druggie father." I admitted it sounded even worse when I said it out loud.
"Well then I guess it's a good thing I didn't call the cops." Derek shrugged, "You can stay here as long as you like. Me casa es su casa." He said.