just so u know from now on all my chapters will be told from the omniscient
point of view.....probably unless i change my mind again I'm so
indecisive...
WannabeNewsieGoil- lol thanks heres chappy 3 hope you like it Smiley Cad- bad cop lol and Aunt Linda comes back later but i stick to the idea i had before she's mean sorry Ccatt- haha stupid cop that sounded like a lot of fun though TheAngryPrincess13- oo yes i know what you mean wink lol
thank you all so much for reviewing and sorry I'm not writing out long shout outs like I should but I think I'm falling asleep and I really want to update tonight
Chapter 3
The sun was starting to set and Caitriona had finally stopped running. She felt she had put enough distance between her and Aunt Linda's house and she was out of breath. But now as she looked to the setting sun she realized she had a new problem on her hands. She had no where to go and was alone and the streets of New York. She had no idea where she was but she started to search for a place to stay.
Caitriona looked in her pockets. She hardly had any money, but at least she still had her bag which had been over her shoulder since she left the train. She walked for hours peeking into store's windows just waiting for some kinda old woman to let he spent the night in her shop, but she had come to the Bronx and no one came to help her.
A cool wind blew and it was clear the fall was not far off. Caitriona shivered as the wind went right through her and the rumble of thunder was heard in the distance. She stopped and set down her bag on a crate, in the opening of and alley, to look for her old worn jacket. She was having trouble finding it when she suddenly stiffened and thought she heard footsteps behind her. The footsteps stopped immediately, and Caitriona slowly turned around. About eight feet away stood a boy who looked about 18. He was a foot taller than her and had piercing, dark gray eyes, so dark they were almost black.
"Whatcha doing out this late doll face?" he said. She took a step away and was ready to set off running, but then she realized she couldn't leave her bag. It was the only thing she had left. He took a step closer and an evil grin crept across his face.
"You'se didn't ans'er the question," he said taking another step. A chill went through Caitrionas spine and she felt her hand shaking. She was always used to her brother protecting her, and now she was truly afraid.
"What's it to you?" she asked, looking deep into the strangers eyes in an attempt to act like she wasn't afraid. But her plan had turned against her. She wouldn't be surprised if he had actually killed a few people from what she had seen in those eyes, for they are truly the windows to ones soul. He looked as if he were about to take another step closer and Caitriona could risk that. She darted forward in an attempt to grab her bag and flee, but he reached out and grabbed her arm pulling her into the alleyway.
"Get away from me you creep!" she shrieked, trying to pull away. He laughed and the sound echoed in her ears. She punched him in the jaw and he was caught off guard, but he soon hit her back and she clutched her stomach, moving forward to punch him again. They continued fighting but Caitriona was loosing, though she wasn't weak, her sheltered lifestyle was no match for his years of living and fighting on the streets. He pinned her against the wall and held her hands above her head in one of his hands and let the other trail down her side.
"What the hell are you doing get away from me! she screamed.
"Shhh doll face. No ones gonna hear ya, 'sides we could have a lotta fun," he said, his hand stopping suggestively just below her hip. She glared at him part of her not believing this was happening. How dare he think that she thought to herself, rage growing inside of her. She stared at him defiantly.
"I don't think so," she said slowly annunciating each word. She smacked his head with her own, taking him totally by surprise. He moved back a little and his grip on her hands loosened. She kneed him in the crotch and watched as he keeled over on the concrete. She kicked him in the side and ran out of the ally, hearing his moans of pain behind her. She grabbed her bag and for the second time that day took off down the street, as the first raindrops of the storm began to fall.
She ran as the storm raged and finally she couldn't run anymore and stumbled into another alley. Her bag fell from her shoulder as she ducked behind a pile of crates and curled up, wrapping her arms around her legs. She felt the tears coming and tired desperately to be strong, but her breath was choked by a sob and she couldn't hold in the tears any longer. She cried until she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion, her tears mixing with the raindrops on her face.
please review as always I'm open to anything whether you thought it was good or bad thanks
WannabeNewsieGoil- lol thanks heres chappy 3 hope you like it Smiley Cad- bad cop lol and Aunt Linda comes back later but i stick to the idea i had before she's mean sorry Ccatt- haha stupid cop that sounded like a lot of fun though TheAngryPrincess13- oo yes i know what you mean wink lol
thank you all so much for reviewing and sorry I'm not writing out long shout outs like I should but I think I'm falling asleep and I really want to update tonight
Chapter 3
The sun was starting to set and Caitriona had finally stopped running. She felt she had put enough distance between her and Aunt Linda's house and she was out of breath. But now as she looked to the setting sun she realized she had a new problem on her hands. She had no where to go and was alone and the streets of New York. She had no idea where she was but she started to search for a place to stay.
Caitriona looked in her pockets. She hardly had any money, but at least she still had her bag which had been over her shoulder since she left the train. She walked for hours peeking into store's windows just waiting for some kinda old woman to let he spent the night in her shop, but she had come to the Bronx and no one came to help her.
A cool wind blew and it was clear the fall was not far off. Caitriona shivered as the wind went right through her and the rumble of thunder was heard in the distance. She stopped and set down her bag on a crate, in the opening of and alley, to look for her old worn jacket. She was having trouble finding it when she suddenly stiffened and thought she heard footsteps behind her. The footsteps stopped immediately, and Caitriona slowly turned around. About eight feet away stood a boy who looked about 18. He was a foot taller than her and had piercing, dark gray eyes, so dark they were almost black.
"Whatcha doing out this late doll face?" he said. She took a step away and was ready to set off running, but then she realized she couldn't leave her bag. It was the only thing she had left. He took a step closer and an evil grin crept across his face.
"You'se didn't ans'er the question," he said taking another step. A chill went through Caitrionas spine and she felt her hand shaking. She was always used to her brother protecting her, and now she was truly afraid.
"What's it to you?" she asked, looking deep into the strangers eyes in an attempt to act like she wasn't afraid. But her plan had turned against her. She wouldn't be surprised if he had actually killed a few people from what she had seen in those eyes, for they are truly the windows to ones soul. He looked as if he were about to take another step closer and Caitriona could risk that. She darted forward in an attempt to grab her bag and flee, but he reached out and grabbed her arm pulling her into the alleyway.
"Get away from me you creep!" she shrieked, trying to pull away. He laughed and the sound echoed in her ears. She punched him in the jaw and he was caught off guard, but he soon hit her back and she clutched her stomach, moving forward to punch him again. They continued fighting but Caitriona was loosing, though she wasn't weak, her sheltered lifestyle was no match for his years of living and fighting on the streets. He pinned her against the wall and held her hands above her head in one of his hands and let the other trail down her side.
"What the hell are you doing get away from me! she screamed.
"Shhh doll face. No ones gonna hear ya, 'sides we could have a lotta fun," he said, his hand stopping suggestively just below her hip. She glared at him part of her not believing this was happening. How dare he think that she thought to herself, rage growing inside of her. She stared at him defiantly.
"I don't think so," she said slowly annunciating each word. She smacked his head with her own, taking him totally by surprise. He moved back a little and his grip on her hands loosened. She kneed him in the crotch and watched as he keeled over on the concrete. She kicked him in the side and ran out of the ally, hearing his moans of pain behind her. She grabbed her bag and for the second time that day took off down the street, as the first raindrops of the storm began to fall.
She ran as the storm raged and finally she couldn't run anymore and stumbled into another alley. Her bag fell from her shoulder as she ducked behind a pile of crates and curled up, wrapping her arms around her legs. She felt the tears coming and tired desperately to be strong, but her breath was choked by a sob and she couldn't hold in the tears any longer. She cried until she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion, her tears mixing with the raindrops on her face.
please review as always I'm open to anything whether you thought it was good or bad thanks