Ana
BANG!
We startle awake when we hear a door being thrown open.
Christian jumps out of bed quickly and starts getting dressed. I hurry off the bed and get dressed just as quickly. Christian throws his hat on backwards and places his index finger on his lips to remind me to be quiet. I quickly nod and put on my shoes.
We get our coats on, and I place my green knitted hat on my head and bit my lip in anticipation.
Christian opens the door slowly and peaks out of the cracked door and listens. We suddenly hear two people start yelling and slurring there words.
"I didn't tell you to sleep with him did I?" they slur.
"Fuck you! It's not like I am getting anything at home!" someone yells.
I roll my eyes at their bickering. Suddenly we hear a slap and I am guessing someone hit the other. We hear more yelling and Christian looks over to me and mouths window.
I look over my shoulder and I nod at him and quietly walk to the window and open it slowly, trying to not make any noise.
Christian walks over to me and points to a tree that is by the window. I quietly climb out of the window and into the tree. I look around me and see no one around. It's still pitch black outside so I am assuming it's still the middle of the night.
I climb down the tree and jump down onto the ground. I look up and see Christian closing the window quietly and hurrying down the tree. He jumps down when he gets closer to the ground and takes my hand and then we run down the street. We can still hear the people bickering in the house we just vacated while we run down the sidewalk.
When we get to the end of the street, we stop to catch our breath. Christian turns around and takes off his hat and smooths his wild hair while try to fix mine under my hat. He places his hat back on his head and smirks at me. I roll my eyes and kiss his lips.
"Let's go baby," he takes my hand and we continue to walk down the vacant street.
We walk for about an hour. We get to a bus stop and we both sit down on the bench and I curl my body close to Christian. It's still freezing outside, so I wrap my green jacket tighter around me while we wait for the bus.
"You cold baby?" he says with a frown.
"Yes. I hate when it's cold out," I say while shivering.
My teeth clash together at a fast pace. He puts his arms around me and rubs my arms to try to warm me up. I smile up at him and give him a kiss on the cheek.
He smiles down at me and moves my blonde hair behind my ears and covers them with my hat. My natural hair color is brown, but I wanted to do something different, so I dye it blonde whenever I get the chance to. He stares into my eyes. He gives me a guilty look. I frown and before I can ask why he is looking at me like that, the bus pulls up at the bus stop.
"Let's go baby," he kisses my head and pulls me up from the bench.
We get on the bus and we take a seat in the back. There is only a couple of people on the bus with us. An old lady, and a white man who looks to be in his mid-teens. He is listening to music while trying to write something on a little piece of paper.
Christian pulls me onto his lap while we ride the bus. I lean my head back and place my head on his shoulder. He kisses my neck and snuggles into me. We ride in silence for a couple of minutes until he raises his head and stares at me with the guilty look once more.
I raise my own head and stare into his soft gray eyes.
"What is it babe?" I frown.
He shakes his head and softly runs his knuckles down my jaw. I close my eyes and savor his touch. He never fails to make me feel safe and loved.
He takes a single finger and raises my chin as I open my eyes and look at him.
"You know I want the best for you. You know that don't you?" he asks suddenly.
I stare at him in confusion.
"Of course I do," I whisper.
"I would do anything for you," he whispers and runs his fingers down my face softly.
"Babe where is this coming from?" I sit up and frown.
He runs his hand through his long hair and sighs. He grabs me by the waist and places me back on his lap. I lean my head back on his shoulder again and stare at him while he gathers his thoughts.
"I just want you to have everything babe. I want to give you the world, and right now I am not doing that," he closes his eyes like he is in pain.
"Christian, yes you are. You are giving me you. I don't need anything else. All I need is you by my side," I say sincerely.
I grab his head and yank his forehead to mine. He opens his eyes and we stare at each other for a few minutes. He takes my head into his hands and kisses me sweetly. Our tongues dancing, causing me to quietly groan into his mouth. He pulls back and looks at me with lust.
I bite my lip and giggle when he tries to adjust himself while I am on his lap. He chuckles and kisses my forehead and we both lean back and sit there while the bus drives to several stops around the city.
After being on the bus for a little over an hour, I ask Christian where we are going.
"We are going to see if Elliot can give us his spare room for the rest of the night," he says.
We have our hands intertwined together. I am leaning on his chest and playing with one of the strings that is on his gray sweatshirt.
"Okay. We haven't seen Elliot in a while," I say.
Elliot is one of our friends that lived with us in our last faster home. He turned eighteen a couple of months before we did. He left the moment he got up that morning. We didn't see or hear from him again until we both ran away from the home when we turned eighteen. Christians' birthday is a couple of months before mine, so he stayed with me at the foster home and got a job at a fast food place. He saved up everything he had from working there and we used that after we ran away. He saved up a little over $1,000 and after a short while, that ran out.
Christian hated every minute of working there. Since, Christian is an independent person. He frequently butted heads with everyone that worked there. The day of my birthday, he simply walked out of the place and threw his uniform at the manager and cursed him off while he walked out. I always roll my eyes when I think about how shitty he is when working fast food.
We saw Elliot again, a couple of months ago. He got a job at the Chrysler plant a few months after he got out of foster care. He usually lets us stay there every once in a while. It would have been nice if we could move in there permanently, but he always has people staying in his extra room so they can help him with his rent. There are times when he doesn't have people over, and those are the days he lets us crash there for free.
The bus stops, and we get up and walk off the bus. The sun is just starting to rise in the distance. I yawn and wrap my jacket tighter around me. Christian takes me by the waist and we walk a couple of miles to Elliot's apartment building.
His apartments are pretty nice. It is a big four story brown brick building. There is a gate that wraps around the property. Thankfully it is always unlocked early in the mornings so we don't have to wait outside before someone comes to open it. There are a few black men who always hang around in the front of the building. They are standing there laughing and talking while smoking cigarettes. I hang my head and walk faster to catch up with Christian. He is holding my waist tightly and walking fast to the front door.
The guys who hang out in front are always trying to start trouble when we come here. They like to egg Christian on, and say hurtful things to us. They know we are homeless and they like to throw that in our face every time they see us.
We try to hurry to the front door but one of the guys spots us and gives us an evil smirk. He takes his cigarette out of his mouth and blows the smoke in my face when we walk pass him. Christian tenses and places me behind him and gets in his face.
"Watch it fucker," he hisses.
"What the fuck are you going to do about it mother fucker," he spits in Christians face.
They are both nose to nose and both seething with anger. His friends are standing behind him ready to intervene. I quickly grab ahold of his arm and start to drag him away. Christian never takes his eyes off of the guy.
"Yeah, that's right you pussy. Run away like a little bitch," they laugh and start to smoke again.
Christian starts to lunge for them but I pull him back and inside of the apartment building and shut the door before he can do anything.
"Christian stop. You are going to get yourself hurt," I beg.
He keeps staring at the door. His fists are balled up by his sides and his face is red. I take ahold of his head and force him to look at me.
"It's not worth it, just forget about it babe," I whisper. I kiss his lips and look up at him.
He blinks and closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He nods and takes my hand and we walk up the stairs to the third floor.
We knock on Elliot's door and we wait. I lean up against the stairs while Christian continues to knock on his door. There is no answer. I sigh heavily and close my eyes. He's not here.
"Elliot, are you there man?" he says loudly while continues to knock.
"Babe, he's probably at work," I say.
Christian shakes his head in exasperation and continues to knock loudly on the door.
Suddenly the next door opens, and out walks a guy with tattoos on both of his arms. He is about to light a cigarette and before he can light it he spots us by the stairs.
"If you are looking for Elliot, he isn't here," he nods at the door.
Christian pushes me behind him again and glares at the guy. I roll my eyes at him.
"How do you know?" he hisses.
The guy looks up at him and raises his eyebrow in amusement. He exhales and points to the door with his other hand.
"He left town for a few days. We work at Chrysler together," he smiles and places the cigarette on his lips and leaves it there while he runs his hand through his blonde hair.
Christian just stands there and continues to glare at him. The guy puts his hands up in surrender and chuckles.
"No harm man. I am just trying to help ya out," he smirks.
He looks at me and takes his cigarette from his mouth and drops it on the floor and steps on it without taking his eyes off of me. I look at him from beneath my lashes and frown when he looks me up and down.
Christian growls and stands in front of me, blocking him from my view.
"Stop looking at her," he hisses.
He scoffs and pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and produces a $50 bill. He waves it in front of us and then tries to hand it to Christian.
"Here take this," he says.
"Excuse me?" he growls again.
"Your girl looks like she needs a good night sleep. Just take the money man. Go somewhere and get her something to eat," he sighs.
He walks forward and shoves the money into Christian's chest and walks around us and goes down the stairs.
"Wait. We don't need your money or your pity," he throws the money to the guy again and he catches it while he rolls his eyes.
"I'm not fucking pitying you bro. Look, I've been where you are alright. Your girl need something to eat and a roof over her head. Go get them for her," he walks over to me and gives me the money.
He places it in my hand and I stare at him dumbfounded. He winks at me and continues to walk down the stairs. Christian growls again and runs his hand through his hair. I shake my head and lean over the stair case and see him walking down the steps.
"Thank you," I yell down.
He looks up and gives me a salute and walks out of the front door. I smile and turn back to Christian and he is glaring at me.
"What? We need to eat," I smirk.
"We could have went to the shelter and ate," he counters.
"Well, I want McDonald's breakfast, and it's my birthday," I retort.
"Fine, McDonald's it is," he rolls his eyes and smirks.
I walk over to him and lean up on my tip toes and kiss him on the cheek. I turn around and skip to the stairs and walk down them. Christian chuckles and follows me out of the building. I breathe a sigh of relief when the assholes are nowhere to be found.
"Well, let's go eat babe," he smirks when we get out of the building. It's now light outside. Cars driving down the street and people are out walking around, probably on their way to work or school.
I smile at him as he puts his arm over my shoulder and I place my arm around his waist while we walk down the street to the nearby McDonald's.
AN: Thank you for all the reviews and followers so far. I am glad you are all interested in the story.
Q&A's: Ella did overdosed on purpose. Carla found her unresponsive on the floor and when Christian left his mother to go to Ana, Carla decided to end her life as well.
-The house they broke into were not Grace and Carrick's.
-Will they meet there biological fathers? I don't know, but it's still early in the story so never say never.
-Christian and Ana were both 5 when their mothers committed suicide. Yes, they did go to school while in foster care.
-Will they always be poor? Like I said above, it's still early on into the story so anything can happen. I want to write something different, but since CG is, well himself, he will always naturally be born to do great things in his life even when it takes many obstacles to achieve what he was always meant to do.
I will try to get the next chapter up sometime next week. I am in the process of writing the next chapter of ADP so I will have that up soon (if you read that one).
Review and let me know what you think. Thanks again for following. :D