DW: hey peeps! hows it going?
okay so i got my first flame, ever! i actually found it funny, seeing as how it wasn't a flame at all towards my story. It was a get back flame,
it really didn't matter because it's gone now! So up yours gwenlover123!
Enough of my laughter, let's get back to the story.
Disclamer: nothing belongs to me!
Duncan put his key in the lock slowly and turned it to unlock the door. Inside the apartment, it was dark and no sounds could be heard. Duncan closed the door, slightly behind him as he removed his boots. He tip-toed across the living room area and into the kitchen, where he turned on the lights. Looking around, he smiled to himself and opened the fridge and took out the carton of milk.
He didn't bother reaching for a glass. But, drank out the carton, happily.
"I see you've decided to come home" a voice said from the living room.a
Duncan jumped and dropped the milk on the floor. He turned towards the living room and saw a pale hand reach out and turn on the neighboring light. Gwen was sitting there, in the tattered chair. Her arms and legs were crossed as she was now glaring, deathly at Duncan.
"You scared the crap out of me" Duncan told her as he bent down to wipe up the milk. "What are you doing up like this?" he asked her.
Gwen sighed, "I don't know, Duncan. Why don't you tell me?" she got up slowly and crossed the room to the kitchen. She leaned agaisnt the counter and watched as Duncan placed the milk back in the fridge. "I have a better question." Gwen started, "Why don't you explain to me, why you're coming in at..." she took a second to glance at the clock. "At two-thirty in the morning?"
Duncan shrugged, "I went out to get something to eat".
Gwen pursed her lips, "Were you with someone?"
Duncan didn't want to lie but he didn't want to hear Gwen raging like a pyschopath. "Yes, so what?"
Gwen scoffed, "So what is, that you have a girlfriend! Who was worried about you!" her voice was getting louder.
Duncan his self was becoming upset as well. "Who said it was a woman? And in regardless, I don't bitch to you when you're out with that cliche'".
Gwen threw her hands in the air, "For God sakes, Duncan! I work with him!" she yelled. "Yes, we did go out but I broke up with him for you".
Duncan slammed a fist on the table, "Dammit, Gwen, I never asked you too! If you wanted to stay with Trent, you could have!"
Gwen's chest was heaving up and down. "Fine. I think that we should just go to bed and stay away from each other, for a while". Gwen always did this when they got into a big fight. They would back off each other for about a week and then make up.
"Good night, Duncan" she said, quietly and walked back to their room. Duncan stood there for a moment before running a hand through his green mohawk. He walked silently to the couch and flopped down on the worn out couch. He pulled some pillows over his body and sighed. He closed his eyes and started to dose off to sleep.
Duncan trudged down the street, looking at the nasty concrete ground of New York. He checked his cell phone for the tenth time and to no avil saw that no one had tried to reach him. Duncan wandered into a park and sat down by the large oak tree, he and his sister used to play around.
He rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand. He was tired.
Tired of everything. His family, parents, brothers, his sister, drugs, one night stands, and life.
He had been up and down the streets of New York, looking for his sister. It was cold and Duncan didn't have on a coat, he knew that he would more than likely catch a cold. But, he didn't care at the moment, all he wanted to do was find his baby sister.
Duncan rubbed his hands together to get a little more heat going between them. He noticed a couple of prostitutes standing near the corner, about to finish their rounds fro the night. He got up and walked over to the group of skanky women in tight halter tops and fish net stockings. The one with dark poofy hair and red tight stockings on, turned to look at him.
She had a stack of bills in her hand from the nights work. "Sorry, pal" she called, " But, we're getting ready to go home. Find yourself another girl for the night". Duncan approached the woman and glared a the wads of bills in her manicured hands. "I didn't come here for sex" he stated, bluntly. "I came here to find somenone. Hopefully, you may know her".
The woman stuffed her money into her fur coat pocket. "Well, perhaps. But, what you really need to find is a coat. It's cold out here,man!"
Duncan ignored her statement and asked, "Do you know, Zoey? She's medium height with brown hair and blue eyes".
The woman thought a bit and nodded, "Yeah, I know Zoey. Good kid. You can find her on the corner of third and fourth. She'll be in a little hut like house". Duncan thanked the woman and started down the way she pointed. The crisp breeze, cut his face and he tried to bring his arms closer to his body.
"Hey! Sugar!" the woman called back to him.
Duncan turned around, stifly."What?"
"You need a warm coat?" she asked. She could see that Duncan was clearly shaking from the cold and her greatly accepted the warm leather coat the woman produced from her small house.
"Thanks, lady" Duncan told her, slipping into the sleeves.
"The names, Wanda. You go find your sister, now" she said with real concern. "You can return the coat whenever".
Duncan thanked her again and continued his venture for his sister. He walked up and down streets and passed tons of people, braving the cold. He finally came to the hut Wanda had mentioned. Not bothering to knock, he walked right on in and gasped at the sight.
His sister was laying on a dirty mattress in dirty, tattered clothes. Her hair was all over the place and her face was bruised on one side. A man towered over her, smiling in disgust as she tried to get him to sleep with her.
"Don't be afraid" she crooned, "I am good for it".
"Zoey!" Duncan called.
She looked up startled and then chuckled. "D-Duncan! My big brother! W-what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to take you home" Duncan's voice was cracked.
The man eyed Duncan, "Who are you?"
Duncan's eyes clouded and as he glared at the man. "Her brother, ass wipe. You leave my sister alone". He approached his sister and grabbed her arm tightly. "Come on, Zoe. We're leaving" he tugged lightly at her arms.
Zoey screamed and thrashed around, causing Duncan to let go of her arm. "Zoey, what's wrong with?"
The man came up behind her and wrapped his arm lightly around her shoulder. Zoey leaned into him voluntarily. "She doesn't want to go no where with you, brother Duncan" the man sneered. "So, why don't you just walk back out and pretend this never happened?"
Duncan held his ground, "I'm not leaving without my sister".
The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag that contained a white powder. Zoey's wild eyes, immediately went to the bag and she reached out for it. The dealer pulled it back and teased her with it. "Hey, babe, tell me. Do you want to go with your brother, or?" he dangled the bag out in front of her.
"Do you want to stay with me?"
In Zoey's mind it was a simple question with a simple answer. "I want to stay with you" she said, grinning. The dealer smilied grimly and watched with amusement as Duncan looked defeated. Zoey grabbed the bag in her hand and started to sauntered off to a corner.
"Zoey what about your kids?" Duncan called after her.
"Tell them I love them" Zoey called back and disappeared into another room.
Duncan glared at the dealer and grabbed his collar. "If you hurt my sister" he growled, "I swear, I will hunt you down and burn you like the piece of shit you are" he threatned. The guy only grinned and said cooly, "As long as your sister wants some of my stuff, I'll keep it coming to her". Duncan got disgusted and threw the man down.
He walked out in a brisk manner. Not even noticing the coldness anymore.
If Zoey wanted this to control her life,
Then so be it
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DW: it's short but it'll get better in time. I've been so busy peeps, you don't even wanna know.
Death Note was updated like a week ago and personally I didnt like it but whatever...
Peace and hair grease!