I love Ten Inch Hero, I went for Ackles but stayed for the movie. I had this idea and I figured Id turn it into a story, Set four months after the movie. Here's the prologue.
I DO NOT OWN TEN INCH HERO OR THE IMAGE FOR THIS STORY.
Ten year old Cassidy sat in the middle of her bedroom floor. She was dressed in plain blue jeans and a red T-shirt with white converse and had her hair pulled into a simple pony tail. If her Mother would come up stairs she would demand she go change into one of the more appropriate outfits she had bought for her, but for now she sat in her floor and listened. She listened to the cars drive by, and honk at one another. She listened.. people talking and yelling. Because there was always a lot of that going in New York. She liked the noise though, helped block out the things she didn't want to hear. Because right now what she didn't want to hear was the screaming match happening in her living room. Her Mother and her Step Father where at it again and she was sick of it.
This time they were fighting about her. Her father wanted to go out of the country and wanted her mother to go with her, but for Cassidy to stay in the city. He wanted some time with her without Cassidy there. Her mother didn't want to leave her and then it all escalated down ward.
She jumped when the sound of glass breaking sifted through the noise of the city. Followed by more yelling. This was the worst they'd ever fought, ever.
"I Hate You! You don't care about us! You don't care about Cassidy!" Her Mother screamed. Followed by another glass breaking. You'd think that as much as they fought they'd have nothing glass left in the house.
"Shut Up! Just Shut Alright, You Don't Know Anything!" That was her Father. She called them Mother and Father because her parents were just like the ones in her books. Just accessories to the story.
"Cassidy grab your stuff, we're leaving now!" There it was, what she'd been waiting for. She got up from her spot and grabbed her pink back pack off the her yellow bed spread, and headed down stairs into the living room of their apartment. When her Mother and Father fought, they usually decided they hated each other for the night, and her Mother would take her to their little house in the country, she loved it there believe it or not. Just close enough to the city to hear the noise but far enough away so it wasn't smothering.
"I'm ready. Bye daddy," She said waving to her Step Father. He gave her a curt nod before heading into the kitchen. He was to angry right now but when they came back he'd be better.
"Come on baby," her mother murmured assuring her out the door.
They took the elevator down into the lobby and then walked out the door of there apartment building, they were standing on the street and now her mother was waiting for the taxi she had called in the elevator.
"Dangit Cassidy couldn't you have put something else on before we left," He mother said angrily looking down at her clothes. It wasn't her fault. Her mother liked to look pretty and she cared about her appearance, Cassidy just wished she didn't have that need to make sure that trait was passed on.
"Are we coming back in the morning," Cassidy asked quietly, well as quietly as she could and still have her mother hear her.
"We'll see, we might stay at the house a few days."
"OK," She replied numbly.
A beat passed before she spoke again, "This isn't your fault," Her Mother said finally, "None of this I promise."
"Alright," She said said softly.
The cab pulled up and she crawled into the car, scooting over to make room for her mother. As the cab drove along through the city Cassidy leaned her head on her mothers shoulder, staring out the front window past the cab driver. She watched as the city lights rolled past, the rain on the windows smudging the light and making the colors drip down the side of the car. She listened to her mothers heartbeat steadily, the car slowly rocking her to sleep. She kept her eyes open and on the front windshield.
Then it happened, she had saw it coming. She was able to scream once before it all went dark.
Priestley's hand fumbled around in the dark, searching for his buzzing phone that was on the side table of his bed. He finally found it and lifted himself up, leaning on his elbow holding the phone to his ear.
"Hello," He mumbled tiredly.
"Is this Boaz Priestly," Asked a hesitant voice.
Not for nine years, He thought bitterly. "Yep this is him."
"This is the department for Child Services," She introduced.
He rose up more, being careful not to wake Tish who was asleep beside him. "Yeah?"
"I'm sorry to inform you sir but.. your Mother has passed away.. and we need to speak in person about who's going to take custody of your ten year old sister," The women explained.
"Wait What, back it up," he said loudly sitting up fully in bed. Tish groaned from beside him, raising up and switching on the lamp, causing light to flood through his room.
"Your mother .. She died in a car wreak last night, I'm sorry."
Priestly felt like the breath had been knocked out of him, she was dead. His mother had probably been one of the only people he even cared about in his family.
"Yeah.. Yeah OK," He mumbled, putting his head in his hands. He needed to hold it together.
"Can you come to New York, we need to talk," She said again.
"Um.. Alright, when," He mumbled. His head throbbed and he shook lightly. He felt Tish touch his shoulder gently, leaning in hoping to hear the rest of the conversation.
"Can we have you on Monday," The women asked.
He took a breath and bit is lip. "Yeah, yeah I can do that."
There it is. I hope you like it please follow and review and leave a suggestion.