The seterusnya morning, despite being deprived of sleep, I was wide awake. Carmine was in the kitchen, Nikolai getting ready for work in his room. I frowned when I saw Carmine in his work uniform.
"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.
"I gotta work today. We'll go another hari though, ok?" he said.
"When are anda off...?" I asked.
"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.
"Seriously?!"
"Sorry! anda know, anda could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, anda complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"
"I'm only fifteen..." I berkata quietly.
"You could pass for sixteen if anda want," he rolled his eyes. He stood up and left, slamming the door behind him. I was speechless. Nikolai came in, all ready to go to work. He sighed.
"He hasn't been the same since anda and Reed've been gone," he berkata quietly.
"I don't even think I did anything!" I tried to explain.
"I know. anda don't have to. When anda were gone... he'd just have fits and scream and yell at me. He's just having a hard time..." Nikolai sighed again. "I gotta go. Stay here, ok?"
"But--" I began, but he didn't want to hear it.
"No Harley. Stay here. Please." He kissed my forehead then left. I tried to listen. Honestly, I did. But the house is so boring with no Reed to hang out with. I grabbed my gun, slipped it into my pocket, and left.
I had no idea what I was going to do. It's not like Dalton's murderer is going to go skipping around town bragging about how bad he beat his ass. I stopped and thought. Who would have a reason to kill Dalton? A lot of people actually... I guess I'd have to start somewhere. I walked down the street, until I came to a club; Rafael's hangout.
Rafael is one of the biggest man-whores I've ever met. He's got at least six girlfriends. He hangs out in the back of the club most of the time, because he's too lazy to go to his house. For some reason, lots of guys back him up. Probably for protection. anda protect Rafael, and he'll protect you. Rafael's a real hot-head, maybe Dalton took it too far and pissed him off.
I made my way through the bodies, avoiding being knocked into, atau even noticed. I got to the back, where two heavy set men were guarding the room door. The room had originally been a public hangout, a place to for parties and what not, but Rafael turned it into his personal room; a place where he could bring his whores. I went up to the two men, and they looked down on me, surprised.
"I need to see Rafael," I told them. They both raised an eyebrow and looked at each other.
"He's busy," one of them berkata in a deep voice. I pulled out my gun, just enough so they could see what it was. When anda want something, anda gotta know how to get it. They sighed. One of the men knocked on the door, then let himself in.
"A girl wants to see you." There was a chuckle.
"Well, then let her in," berkata a voice.
"...She's fourteen, sir." Fifteen actually.
"Oh..." the voice sighed. "Fine. Let 'er in..." Two girls walked out of the room, barely dressed. I grimaced and moved out of their way.
"Go 'head," the man grumbled. I walked around him, into the room. It was tiny, painted a deep green with lights everywhere. There were chairs and a sofa, kerusi panjang there, along with a TV. Rafael was lounged on the couch, wearing only sweatpants. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, trying not to look at him. Even when he was fully dressed he was hard to look at.
"What do anda want?" he asked.
"I'm Harley Cameron," I told him. I let that sink in. Rafael and Nikolai had gone to high school together; they were actually friends. It was obvious he remembered.
"No way!" he laughed. "You must be Nikki's lil sis! How is he?"
"He's been better," I shrugged. "I came here because I need to find something out.... Have anda seen Dalton at all lately?" I asked.
"No. Not in a long time, actually. Why?" Hmm... Maybe he was lying.
"When was the last time anda saw him?" I asked.
"I dunno, maybe, like, five atau six months ago?" he asked. "That asshole came down here like he owned the place; pickin' on my girls, so I kicked him out. Haven't seen him since." Ok, he seemed like he was telling the truth.
"Thanks," I stood up to go leave.
"Wait, why?" he asked.
"Dalton's dead," I told him. "And they blamed my brother Reed." Rafael's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. I got to the door, only to see that he was leading me out. He cleared his throat.
"Well, if there's anything I can do, just let me know. Like, if Nikolai needs anything, atau you, atau your brother...?"
"Carmine. And thanks. I'll let Nikolai know." No I wouldn't. He patted my shoulder as I left, and I had to hold my breath to keep from shuddering. Even though he was nice to offer help, I still couldn't stand this guy.
***
I had gone around everywhere, looking for guys similar to Rafael: tough, lot of backup, short temper, and knew Dalton. I checked with all the head "gang leaders," as some of them liked to be called. None of them seemed to have killed Dalton. They all either have a really good alibi, atau have been avoiding Dalton for a really long time, so they couldn't have killed him.
I went home, still an jam before Nikolai atau Carmine were to get home, and thought and thought. Who else would possibly murder Dalton? Then one name came to mind.
Andrew.
"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.
"I gotta work today. We'll go another hari though, ok?" he said.
"When are anda off...?" I asked.
"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.
"Seriously?!"
"Sorry! anda know, anda could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, anda complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"
"I'm only fifteen..." I berkata quietly.
"You could pass for sixteen if anda want," he rolled his eyes. He stood up and left, slamming the door behind him. I was speechless. Nikolai came in, all ready to go to work. He sighed.
"He hasn't been the same since anda and Reed've been gone," he berkata quietly.
"I don't even think I did anything!" I tried to explain.
"I know. anda don't have to. When anda were gone... he'd just have fits and scream and yell at me. He's just having a hard time..." Nikolai sighed again. "I gotta go. Stay here, ok?"
"But--" I began, but he didn't want to hear it.
"No Harley. Stay here. Please." He kissed my forehead then left. I tried to listen. Honestly, I did. But the house is so boring with no Reed to hang out with. I grabbed my gun, slipped it into my pocket, and left.
I had no idea what I was going to do. It's not like Dalton's murderer is going to go skipping around town bragging about how bad he beat his ass. I stopped and thought. Who would have a reason to kill Dalton? A lot of people actually... I guess I'd have to start somewhere. I walked down the street, until I came to a club; Rafael's hangout.
Rafael is one of the biggest man-whores I've ever met. He's got at least six girlfriends. He hangs out in the back of the club most of the time, because he's too lazy to go to his house. For some reason, lots of guys back him up. Probably for protection. anda protect Rafael, and he'll protect you. Rafael's a real hot-head, maybe Dalton took it too far and pissed him off.
I made my way through the bodies, avoiding being knocked into, atau even noticed. I got to the back, where two heavy set men were guarding the room door. The room had originally been a public hangout, a place to for parties and what not, but Rafael turned it into his personal room; a place where he could bring his whores. I went up to the two men, and they looked down on me, surprised.
"I need to see Rafael," I told them. They both raised an eyebrow and looked at each other.
"He's busy," one of them berkata in a deep voice. I pulled out my gun, just enough so they could see what it was. When anda want something, anda gotta know how to get it. They sighed. One of the men knocked on the door, then let himself in.
"A girl wants to see you." There was a chuckle.
"Well, then let her in," berkata a voice.
"...She's fourteen, sir." Fifteen actually.
"Oh..." the voice sighed. "Fine. Let 'er in..." Two girls walked out of the room, barely dressed. I grimaced and moved out of their way.
"Go 'head," the man grumbled. I walked around him, into the room. It was tiny, painted a deep green with lights everywhere. There were chairs and a sofa, kerusi panjang there, along with a TV. Rafael was lounged on the couch, wearing only sweatpants. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, trying not to look at him. Even when he was fully dressed he was hard to look at.
"What do anda want?" he asked.
"I'm Harley Cameron," I told him. I let that sink in. Rafael and Nikolai had gone to high school together; they were actually friends. It was obvious he remembered.
"No way!" he laughed. "You must be Nikki's lil sis! How is he?"
"He's been better," I shrugged. "I came here because I need to find something out.... Have anda seen Dalton at all lately?" I asked.
"No. Not in a long time, actually. Why?" Hmm... Maybe he was lying.
"When was the last time anda saw him?" I asked.
"I dunno, maybe, like, five atau six months ago?" he asked. "That asshole came down here like he owned the place; pickin' on my girls, so I kicked him out. Haven't seen him since." Ok, he seemed like he was telling the truth.
"Thanks," I stood up to go leave.
"Wait, why?" he asked.
"Dalton's dead," I told him. "And they blamed my brother Reed." Rafael's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. I got to the door, only to see that he was leading me out. He cleared his throat.
"Well, if there's anything I can do, just let me know. Like, if Nikolai needs anything, atau you, atau your brother...?"
"Carmine. And thanks. I'll let Nikolai know." No I wouldn't. He patted my shoulder as I left, and I had to hold my breath to keep from shuddering. Even though he was nice to offer help, I still couldn't stand this guy.
***
I had gone around everywhere, looking for guys similar to Rafael: tough, lot of backup, short temper, and knew Dalton. I checked with all the head "gang leaders," as some of them liked to be called. None of them seemed to have killed Dalton. They all either have a really good alibi, atau have been avoiding Dalton for a really long time, so they couldn't have killed him.
I went home, still an jam before Nikolai atau Carmine were to get home, and thought and thought. Who else would possibly murder Dalton? Then one name came to mind.
Andrew.
Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The tunjuk is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This tunjuk is over,
Now go home.
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The tunjuk is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This tunjuk is over,
Now go home.
She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The hari ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her hati, tengah-tengah sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her hati, tengah-tengah was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no lebih pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
The hari ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her hati, tengah-tengah sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her hati, tengah-tengah was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no lebih pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically Penulisan this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 tahun old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 tahun old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 tahun on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave utama and find help herself.
So yeah, if anda liked this, please komen and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 tahun old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 tahun old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 tahun on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave utama and find help herself.
So yeah, if anda liked this, please komen and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure Cinta was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from hari to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But Cinta was still there, although destroyed sejak many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and hati, tengah-tengah full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be susu and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Cinta was still there, that pure Cinta that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of Cinta was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure Cinta was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from hari to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But Cinta was still there, although destroyed sejak many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and hati, tengah-tengah full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be susu and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Cinta was still there, that pure Cinta that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of Cinta was still burning...
