A/N: hi there, glad the first chap was appreciated. Thanks to all you super awesome ppl who read my crap and then tell me how much you like it! It makes me sooo happy!
Just so no one gets confused, that last chapter has nothing to do with this one, it really isn't even part of the plot. It was more like a movie trailer, you know It gets you hooked and then it turns out it isn't in the movie. Yeah kinda like that, it was like a little glimpse into what may come later. Just had to clear that up.
WARNING: this story contains drug use, strong language, abuse, and sexual content that may be offensive to some readers.
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"We're sending you to live with the colonel in Buffalo" the words rang through her mind as she lay under the ugly floral print comforter.
They sent her away because she was bad.
She spent her first few months with the colonel in an awful state of depression. She called Robbie almost everyday just sobbing, begging to come home. "Why do they hate me?" she would cry, "what did I do to make them hate me?"
After months of of sulking in the chintzy bedroom Mary started to get angry, very angry. All of her life she had watched her parents help kids with horrible problems. Taking care of the pregnant girl, bailing the druggie out of jail. They had taken on Robbie when he was much worse off than her. But her own family had kicked her out because she was a confused teenager who made a few tiny mistakes.
She began to wonder if it had been Lucy or Matt, if they would have shipped them off.
No, Mary was the bad one.
Mary knew for sure that she was not a bad child; she was far from it.
But if that was what they wanted her to be, she would be the bad child.
It started off with really small things, just drinking a glass of wine when the colonel went out, sneaking cigars. Never anything too heavy. But it was enough for Mary, she really felt like she was being rebellious.
But soon enough, the excitement of sneaking around wore off. Now she needed to get caught for it to be fun again.
One night she saw cars lining the street and loud music playing. This was her chance. She put on a little halter-top and some tight jeans. She tiptoed out the backdoor when she was sure that her grandparents were sleeping.
She strolled coolly down the street past all of the cars, as the rap music from inside the large house grew louder. As she approached the door she held up her head and strutted in like she owned the place. She stood in the foyer amongst the crowd, and then scanned her surroundings. To her left, in the living room, a group of boys were passing a joint back and forth. To her right, a couple was making out on the stairs. She walked further into the house and spotted three girls who looked about fourteen leaning against a wall, pretending that they belonged as they awkwardly sipped beer out of red plastic cups.
"Hey" someone said as they placed their hand on her shoulder, she turned top face a guy who couldn't have been more than 22, blonde hair, light brown eyes, a sly smile.
"Hey" Mary smiled back with confidence
"Do I know you?" he asked
"Depends" Mary said, "who are you?"
He was impressed with her already. He looked her up and down, tracing her curves with his eyes, he had a feeling she was easy. "I'm Brad," he said holding out his hand, "this is my house, and who are you?"
"Mary" she said with a sexy smile
He handed her a beer from the table, "so do you live around here Mary?"
"Yeah, I moved in down the street with my grandfather."
"Big scary general?" he asked
"That's the one" Mary laughed
"Ouch," he said, "so what are you doing living with pops?"
"My parents kicked me out," she told him taking a swig of beer.
"Well I'm glad you're here." Brad said taking her arm. "Why don't you join us outside?"
Brad slid open the sliding glass door and they stepped out onto a really nice deck where a girl with wavy black hair sat on the floor talking to a tall guy with glasses. "Hey guys" Brad said, "This is Mary" Mary suddenly got really shy as smiled slightly at the pair. "Mary, this is Lillian," he said pointing to the girl, "and this is my boy Ryan. Mary just moved in with general cranky."
"You poor thing" Lillian said with a slight Spanish accent.
Ryan took his cigar out of his mouth, "welcome to the neighborhood Mary"
"Thanks" she said quietly as she sat down next to Brad on a bench.
"I don't really know any of those people inside" Brad confessed, "These two clowns are the only people I care about. We all live around here, you should hang out with us sometime" he smiled at Mary.
"Yeah, that would be great" she told him.
For the next few months she spent her nights with Brad, Ryan, and Lillian. She was really starting to like Brad, every time he kissed her she just felt happy. He always tasted like booze and smelled like smoke, she loved that.
One night she had spent the night with Brad, and then came staggering home at 8am. The colonel had been so angry, she was too hung over to hear anything he said. Toward the end of his lecture she heard him say, "don't you understand Mary? You're throwing away you're life! You're future!"
She had just stared at him, "what future?"
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Yeah, I know…its not much yet. I promise it picks up. But I finished writing
this entire story (all 8 chapters) in a notebook today, so now it's just going
to be typing it all, yuck.
I'm going away for the weekend and I would LOVE to come home to a mailbox full of reviews!!