Shadow: sorry that I haven't updated sooner, college decided that the tests should all be with in the same week and then to throw even more tests the next week, and it's still not over. I just can't study any more today without screaming. And people are actually reading this! I'm shocked, but what's more shocking is that there are more readers of chapter three then two. Are people skipping number two? Is something wrong with it? Please review so I know what I should do differently or the same?
He stuffed his overgrown hands into the pockets of the jacket he was given, nose wrinkling when he encountered a hole. He didn't know where the girl found them, but sure enough she had ran through the front door holding bags and bags of clothes. Then she forced him to bathe, giving strict instructions about his wounds. Her bossiness was going to be a problem. It has been three days and already he was sick of it, but it's not like he had anywhere to go. Not to mention the cold. Now she went as far as to force him in public, surrounded by people. She had a good argument, which was the only reason he came. And so he could pick out his own food. That argument had whet on for hours, resulting in a nighttime trip to the store when he got tired of listening to her.
He growled at the thought, noticing an older woman jump at the noise. She stared at him before paling and backing away. Snorting in amusement he turned to browse the selection of fresh meats. Just the smell had his stomach growling almost as loud as he had earlier. He rubbed his chin, bandaged fingers brushing barely there stubble. He didn't care for that. 'Where the hell did the girl go'? He paused at the thought, discreetly looking around for a flash of red hair. That couldn't be good. Gold eyes narrowed, scanning the surroundings. There was no sign of her.
He spun around and came to the realization that he didn't know where he was. Growling he began to stalk the isles, looking left and right for his food provider. Did she ditch him? 'Make her regret it, break her aRMS! RIP them from their sockets.' His fist clenched, and he stalked faster. He knew where she lived so she wasn't getting away that easily. He'd track her down, that much he was sure of. With that he pushed open the doors, feeling satisfied when they slammed into the wall, creaking dangerously. He wasn't going to be made a fool of, not again, NEVER again.
His breathing sped up, realizing he was lost. Trees and swamp stretched in all directions, the calls of boys laughing in the distance. His breath hitched and he touched callused fingers to his head, feeling his wound. Pulling them back he saw blood. His shoulders shook, what was he going to tell auntie Flowers? He was already late and now he was bleeding. He crouched down, hugging his knees to his chest, hiding his disfigured face against his stained jeans. Would anyone look for him if he didn't come home? He doubted it. Auntie Flowers would only be angry, she didn't like it when people saw him. The teachers would be glad, they didn't like him. Who would the bullies pick on now? Why couldn't they just leave him alone? He didn't try to bother them, he just didn't have a choice! He had to go to school, if he didn't Auntie always got so mad. Last time she threw a bottle at him.
He sniffled, wishing he could just disappear. Maybe he could stay here and not go home, learn to live with the alligators. He already looked like one, maybe they would take him in? Gold eyes looked around, searching for the reptiles, only to see two of the boys from before pointing at him from between the trees. They were holding rocks.
Hands dug into the ground when he flinched back. Knowing what was going to happen. What had already happened. He briefly touched his bloodied head before scrambling up and running. He didn't know where he was running, just knew he had to get away. They laughed, not bothering to give chase. He tumbled through the bushes, getting mud on his clothes even farther. He had to get away.
He didn't know how long he ran, or in which direction, but soon he emerged from the swamp. Sweat dripped from his face, stinging his cuts. His eyes watered when he saw where he was. Home. With shaky steps he walked up to his house, worried about the mess. He didn't need to open the door, his aunt was waiting on him, bottle in hand. She sneered at him, face red from the alcohol. He stepped closer, head down and ready. Lightning quick her arm came out, slapping him. Tears mingled with his sweat.
"Get inside now," She spoke through gritted teeth, showing how angry she was. He didn't need to be told twice, or where to go. There was only one place he really was allowed to go to when in trouble. Soon the closet door shut behind him, leaving him in the dark.
He gasped and stumbled, arm going out to grip the wall. 'What was that'? He shook lightly, feeling the burning return. His back ached, making him hunch over to relive the pain. His other hand came up to rub at his head, searching for the wound he remembered. He frowned when a numbness began to take over instead. With tense muscles he got out of his position to look around. He was in an alleyway, near a sewer grate and some garbage bins. 'Would rather remember killing someone than THAT'
Suddenly sound flooded his ears, making him notice how everything had been blocked out only a few minutes ago. He heard yelling, familiar yelling. He glanced towards the entrance noticing the small female coming towards him. She had her arms full with bags of food, distracting him from her anger. Suddenly the bags where shoved into his arms, making his stumble to not drop them.
"What the HELL were you doing? You don't just leave me in the grocery store when im buying food so you don't starve! What's wrong with you! You're not even healed yet. Do you WANT to get mugged again?" she shoved against his chest, face flushed red with anger. Then she turned to the side and began trying to push him out of the alleyway and onto the street.
"Stop touching me!" he snapped, his own face flushing. She ignored his comment, marching him forcefully down the sidewalk, muttering under her breath. He only picked up a few words, but the ones he did had him raising his eyebrow at her langue. It didn't take them long to reach her building from there, with her being so insistent.
Growling lightly he dumped the food items on the table, leaving her to put it up. Ignoring the venomous 'jerk' in response he moved to collapse on the bed, once more throwing the pink monstrosity off in a fury. The bed squeaked under his weight, giving a slight groan. He still felt numb, making him worry slightly. Clenching his jaw he flexed his fingers, feeling slight pressure between his knuckles. It itched, like fiberglass under his skin, needing to be freed. He rubbed at the itch, frustration hitting when it did nothing to sooth it.
With narrowed eyes he twisted around until he was sitting up, glaring at his hands. He rubbed harder, needing relief. What was wrong with him, why was this happening to him? A now familiar pain throbbed in his head, warping his vision. His eyes darkened, focused on the pressure. Why wasn't it going away? He could almost imagine the pressure under his kneecaps, making him shift awkwardly. He flinched when dainty hands gripped his, forcing him to stop. Gold eyes glared into concerned green.
"What are you doing? You're going to rub the skin off!" She reached under the bed, not letting go of his hands much to his irritation. Pulling out more bandages she got to work wrapping his knuckles expertly. Jerking his hands out of her he crossed his still numb arms over his chest, angry eyes narrowing. 'Why is she doing this?' She had to have some ulterior motive. She fidgeted under his gaze.
"Look, I'm sorry about earlier, I over reacted a little bit," green eyes glanced up, seeing his flinch at her words. Now it was her turn to frown. All he did was continue glaring. One red brow raised, prompting him to say something, what he didn't know. The minutes seemed to tick by slower than normal, the silence thickening. He opened his mouth, readying words as she perked up.
"Go away," he almost chuckled at her expression, clearly that wasn't what she expected. She gaped openly at him before her face tinted red. Really, it wasn't the most flattering color on her. So he told her so. Green eyes flashed with barely concealed fury as she stood up from her crouched over position.
"UHG! You're such an asshole!" laughter followed her retreat out of the room, infuriating her more. His mood lifted he scratched at his chest, sighing as the numbness retreated.
Shadow: I'm sorry if this one isn't interesting, I'm trying to get into their soon to be forming relationship through annoying each other. It's too soon for the more interesting plot to start, which I almost started in this one but even I felt it was too soon. Please review and tell me how to do better. I don't really like this chapter but I don't what to over edit.