Hi again, this is chapter two of can't turn back. I would like to give a special thanks to ..XX my first ever reviewer and subscriber on :-D Enjoy!
The rain pelted down on Joey's skin. He was cold to the bone, famished, thirsty and his energy was fading fast, but what could he do? He couldn't turn back, he had no place he could call home any more. A jagged spike of white light pierced the belly of the sky. The ground shook under the thunderous roar. The wind batted his hair. This storm was pretty nasty, but he had no shelter. Joey decided he should find some sort of cover until the storm wore itself out. So quickly he ducked into a dank alley way. When he was there he slumped limply beside some old packing crates, sat on a grid from which there was a plume of steam radiating out - it stank, but it was his only means of warmth. He settled on the crates and, to redeem energy, went to sleep.
He had the same nightmare he had been having since he was ten. Until two years ago it had just featured his dad, but recently it had her. Every time it was the same. Joey was hanging on to the edge of a cliff. Far below him was a great ravine, with rugged rocks and swift rapids, if the fall didn't kill him, the rocks and rapids would. On top of the cliff were two figures, one he could see clearly. They had Joey's hair, Joey's Brooklyn accent, but the eyes were harsh and full of hatred - his dad. The other figure was in complete shadow. Joey screams at them to help him. His dad steps forward and spits, "You're a disgrace to the Wheeler name, forever failing in school and getting in trouble. You're the reason your mother and Serenity left, they dumped you with me because they couldn't handle a boy who already had a criminal record at the age of ten." Joey always wanted to retaliate, protest that maybe if his dad didn't drink their money, then he might not have reverted to stealing. This is a dream, though, so he has no control over it, as a result he stays silent. His dad continues, "This is pay back" and steps forward, and stomps on Joey's right hand. Joey yelps in pain and has to let go. Rubble falls from where his hand was previously, he doesn't hear the stones drop into the water below until about ten seconds later, showing how high he must be.
Then the shadow on the left steps forwards, it's her - even in his dreams he daren't say her name. Joey pleads, "Please, you gotta help me!" She doesn't speak. She places a foot on his hand. Her eyes are hostile, showing no real emotion. She adds pressure. Joey gives one more gasp of pain then he is falling, hurtling into the chasm below. He always wakes up before he gets to the bottom.
The storm had blown over, Joey woke up rasping and sweating. He thought about her, how he couldn't say her name. It was as if the whole situation was almost like a scab. You leave it and you're fine, you start picking at it and the pain comes flooding back. The problem was he couldn't leave it. He needed distractions. So he diverted himself to think about how he would survive. He wondered out of the alley as he did so. He didn't know where he was, but it was worse than Northern Domino. Boarded up houses loomed everywhere with shabby doors and broken windows. Run down businesses scattered around. Rubbish swirled at Joey's feet like autumn leaves. The streets were deserted.
Suddenly an ear-splitting scream scratched through Joey's train of thought. He trusted his instincts and followed it down another alley. He saw a blonde haired woman being clenched by the wrist, by a huge muscular man. "HEY! GET OFF HER!" Joey yelled. Both turned to face him. He looked at the woman. Platinum blonde hair down to her waist, violet eyes brash and vivid. She was no stranger. Joey felt as shattered as this town's windows.
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