This isn't my best, but it's kinda important for the story.
Anyway, I've put my other story up, Blood Thirst, and the beginning is a little bit... well, shit; but it get's better I promise.
If you haven't got the message yet, I don't own them.
Tom
It's been a month since I met Dougie. I hadn't seen him since. I'd seen Danny around town, and he was really nice. I had to admit, I was scared of Dougie, and did dislike him a bit, because, well you try to like the person who murdered your father's son! Anyway, according to Harry, Dougie's been a bit quiet and miserable lately, and no one knew why, I did feel a bit guilty, maybe seeing me triggered something... but to be honest I didn't feel all that bad, since, to be fair, he hadn't lost any one; I had.
I was back home for the day to visit my mum, and dad's grave and my beautiful girlfriend, Gi.
I had been to visit my mum, who looked a bit better than she did when I left, but she still looked lifeless. Gi came with me to visit my dad's grave. I put down flowers by his headstone and I couldn't help but cry. It wasn't right for him to be dead, he was only in his forties! Gi hugged me, comforting me. His death was cruel, and completely random to my knowledge. He shouldn't have died, that's one thing Dougie got right.
"Hi dad. I miss you so much. So much has happened since I was here last! I'm in uni now, and I really like it there." I sniffed. "I know how much you wanted to move to London. You would've loved it there. Not a day goes by without thinking of you dad. I love you." I said and turned to leave, not being able to handle being there for much longer.
I took a double take when I turned around. There, sitting cross legged in front of a grave was Dougie. He seemed to be talking to it.
"Gi, that's him. That's one of my dad's murderers' son!" I hissed at Gi.
"No way!" She gasped. I nodded, "But you said he was in London."
"He must be here to visit a grave." I murmured, stating the obvious a bit.
I decided I had to face him some time. So I made my way up to him.
"What're you doing?!" Gi hissed at me, grabbing my arm.
"I have to talk to him, Gi." I sighed, pulling away from her grasp.
When I neared him I saw the name on the headstone. It read;
Jazzie Poynter, beloved daughter and sister, died 12 years of age.
Was this Dougie's sister?
"I don't know what to do, Jazz. Everything's so fucked up!" Dougie threw his head in his hands. "Ever since you died, things have gone from bad to worse. I mean, mum's dead, dad's in fucking prison, and now I'm left on my own, having to deal with all this shit!" wow, dude sounds like he's got some issues. I couldn't believe his mother was dead. I coughed and his head snapped up and his eyes widened when he saw me.
"Hey," I said quietly.
"Hey." he said, looking like he was in shock.
"Was she your sister?" I asked, nodding at Jazzie's grave.
"Yeah," he breathed. I then noticed he was crying, "She died two years ago." I then noticed me and Dougie weren't that different.
"How did she die?" I dared ask. I know I was being quite forward.
"She was raped." Dougie looked at the floor, "She was drugged then raped." I was shocked.
"I'm sorry." It was my turn to say that now.
"You know, you're the first person I've told that to." Dougie said, still looking at the floor. "Not even Danny knows that about me." he looked up at me with his light blue eyes.
"He doesn't know about your sister?" he shook his head at me. "I had a sister too. She died a few months after she was born." I said quietly.
"I'm sorry." he said.
"We're forever telling each other that." I pointed out.
"'Cause we've got shit lives." Dougie said with a hint of a smile. I'm pretty sure he has it harder than me... And here I was, moaning before about how he didn't lose any one, little did I actually know.
"Oi! Poynter!" A gang of guys shouted. Dougie immediately shot up to his feet, mumbling a nice variety of swear words.
"What the fuck are you doing back here?" A scary looking, skinheaded guy walked up to Dougie, looking down at him.
"Visiting." Dougie shrugged, not fazed at all by him, looking him straight in the eye. I, on the other hand, was shitting myself.
"Yeah, well you've lost every status you held here. This is our turf now." The skinhead said, giving Dougie a push. He seemed to be the leader of the gang.
"Whatever, I don't fucking need any 'turf' here." Dougie spat at him. Now I'm scared.
"So, how the homeless life treating ya?" a readhead from behind skinhead spoke up.
"Do I look homeless to you, Kyle?" Dougie rolled his eyes at the boy.
"Uh... I dunno..." 'Kyle' looked confused.
"Shut up, Kyle!" Skinhead hissed.
"Look, John, I don't want any trouble, a'ight." Dougie sighed, backing away from them.
"What, the notorious Dougie Lee Poynter backing away from a fight!" 'John' aka Skinhead laughed harshly.
"No, Dougie Lee Poynter has grown up and realised that you're all stupid and reckless." Dougie spat at them.
"Who're you calling stupid!" John looked livid.
"Who do you think I'm calling stupid?" Dougie rolled his eyes.
"You won't get away with that, Poynter!"
"Hit a nerve, have I?" Dougie laughed. Just as John was about to knock Dougie's head off his shoulders, a policeman came on the scene.
"Well, well, well. Does it surprise me that you're the ones causing trouble here." He muttered. John immediately lowered his fist.
"Long time no see, Neil." Dougie mumbled.
"Ugh, it's PC Neil for you, Poynter! And I thought you said to Sanders that you were keeping out of trouble these days."
"I am! I didn't do a thing wrong. He's the one that was going to punch me for no reason." Dougie glared at John. Well, Dougie did provoke him...
"Right, John..." PC Neil went to speak to the gang.
"Well!" I huffed. "That was eventful!"
"Ha! You think that was eventful!" Dougie scoffed, "Dude, you ain't seen nothing."
"Tom! Are you alright!" Gi ran up to me.
"Perfectly fine, Gi." I rolled my eyes. She was always so over-caring, but I loved her.
"Are you sure?" she asked, glancing nervously at the gang.
"Yes, Gi." I sighed, smiling at her.
"This ain't the last of this, Poynter!" John suddenly shouted as the policeman shooed them away.
"Fuck off, Dale!" Dougie shouted back, giving him the finger. Gio gasped at his actions. Let's just say her family was better off than most... and rude gestures and swearing weren't popular in her area. "Fucking bastard." Dougie then muttered.
"He's a nice fellow." I said sarcastically, watching them.
"Yeah? He's even nicer when you get to know him. He'll steel candy from a baby and give it to you after he drugs it!" Dougie mimicked my tone.
"Charming." Giovanna said shortly.
"More where that came from, babe." Dougie smirked at her. Giovanna looked uncomfortable under his gaze.
"Dougie this is my girlfriend, Giovanna." I introduced her.
"Nice to meet you, Giovanna." Dougie smiled at her.
"You too." Giovanna said shakily.
"You're probably shitting yourself at the sight of me, aren't you?" Dougie sighed, looking at her. "Sixteen year old son of a murderer and all that." he's only sixteen?! Bloody hell. Why does he keep bringing up the fact that his father's a murderer? Does he do it to keep people away..?
"No..." Giovanna blushed.
"Whatever," Dougie shrugged, looking at his watch, "I gotta go now, got a train to catch."
"Alright, I might see you 'round, Dougie." I said, as Dougie started to leave.
"Yeah... bye." Dougie said and left.