Not Your Property

Chapter-1

The beautiful rain poured outside soaking everything it touches senselessly without emotion, without a single regret. I watched silently from the windowsill listening attentively to the rhythm of the rain,that is, until my noisy drunken father came busting the door open wobbling from side to side. I scoffed standing up gazing at the foolish bastard labeled as my father. Because of him I despise people who drink;especially when drunk. They lead to violence and disruption tearing everyone around them lives apart.
"Where do ya think yer going *hiccups* little boy."
"Far away from you." I snapped turning away. Dad grabbed my arm forcefully with a tight grip on. I winced in pain regretting talking back especially at a time like this. He hated it whenever I spoke back, it reminded him of my mother who always spoke back,she was the type of person to stand her ground in situations that were being unfair. In her mind it was: Kill or be killed.
"You brat *hicupps* y-you'll regret talking back like that." His words slurred with his eyes focused on me.
He threw me down smashing the bottle on the counter of my desk facing it towards me. While backed up in fear of my life he advanced inch by inch ready to cut me open with the broken vodka bottle. I swallowed dryly then looked down at my legs. Of course! What am I thinking! He's drunk giving me the advantage of defeating him. I kicked dad,making him fall over, rushing pass him down the stairs snatching the car keys and out the door into my car driving off. I was always prepared to escape but never had the courage or chance to do so. Whenever it crossed my mind, I was either in panic attack and beaten or just...terrified.
This is my only way out of domestic violence and out of the hands of the drunken bastard. My only problem was...where was I to go? I didn't have any other family members near or in fact in the state. They were all 100 of miles away and already with enough problems in their hand that adding a 20 year old would be too much of a burden for them.

"Thank you Amber for letting me stay here." I sighed promptly sitting down on the couch. Amber,my childhood friend, smiled fondly while rummaging through her drawers looking for GOD knows what.
"You're welcome Timmy. I'm glad to have you here, its lonely here without anybody to chat with once in awhile especially when you're single...if you get what I mean." I nodded trying to catch what she's throwing but eventually I understood perfectly fine. Being alone in a massive complex isn't something nice every now and then. In my shoes, I would go simply mad and become desperate just to be with someone anyone doesn't matter as long as I'm not alone. Two heart beats are better then one.
Amber groaned in anger slamming the drawer shut examining around the circle.
"Amber what are you looking for?" Amber was silent for a moment,while staring at the window, and only blinked a few times. The only sound exceeding through the room was the sound of the rain as it poured roughly and the sound of a speeding heart beat. I sat besides her placing a hand on her back rubbing it. Amber,surprisingly, has had a tough life. Lost her first child during birth and was no longer able to bare anymore. Every relationship she's been in, leads to tyranny...attached with violence. And to add on, she's been disowned by her family which is the reason as to why Amber lives here,North Carolina, instead of Canada. Droplets of tears emerged from her eyes strolling down freely. Amber sniffled wiping them away lowering her head in shame. My heart ached just watching Amber live this way...all alone...consumed by the darkness of society. Such a beautiful red head, only 23 that has a long way ahead of her but, life is such a bitch to her that she can't experience a wonderfulness of it. The bitterness of her luck is harsh. Distraught is all I can say. It's all I can come up with.
Amber wiped the painful tears away glancing up at the ceiling then back down to the drawers that's now has disoriented papers.
"He took 'em." Amber mumbled under her breath.
"Huh?"
"Josh...took my insurance money paper that we got for the car."
"Oh. Was is it important?" Amber looked up turning to me with a frown.
"Obviously if I'm looking for it desperately." Amber exhaled deeply with a hint of sorrow behind it.
"Oh. I apologize for my stupidity." Amber chortled combing through her hair.
"No worries Timmy. You're not stupid. No the correct word is mystified."
"Well then. I apologize for being mystified." Amber stood up and held her hand out for me to take which I gladly took. She headed to the kitchen while I went back to the couch plopping down and resting my feet up.
"So what would you like for dinner Timmy?" I shrugged playing with my hair with amusement. "Well figure it out because I'm not cooking tonight."
"Order pizza then." I replied sluggishly. Amber rolled her eyes walking to the couch where I sat. She sat besides me placing her feet on my lap. I faced her where she pretended not to notice her flirtatious acts.
"Um ma'am y-"
"Yes hello good-evening may I order two large pepperoni pizzas?" There was a long pause as she glanced back at me. She mouthed the words wings and drinks. I nodded then rested my head back. "Yes, and please add mild buffalo wings and a 2 liter Pepsi bottle? Okay thanks! Bye." Amber hung up glancing up at me with admiration.
"Okay like I was saying..." I pointed to her legs causing her to chortle again.
"I'm tired Timmy just this once?" She whined wiggling her cute toes.
"Fine. Just this once." It became silent after that for a long period of the time. I turned facing the window behind us watching the beautiful rain. My mother and I were always fascinated by the rain. Now that's she's gone, the rain is the only precious memory I have of her left. Amber nudged me playfully giving me a warm smile.
"You miss her don't you?" I slowly nodded still gazing at the pouring rain. I just wish she could have taken me with her not to just leave me with her problem that caused her to leave. Then again, I was told she was just trying to protect me and wanted for me to wait. But protect me from what? Wait for what? Was this a saying to try and keep me still until I finally had the audacity to leave and become stable enough on my own? If so, then guess what mother. Your son in fact DID have the audacity to leave. But I'm not stable enough nor am I emotionally stable. I'm just a cowardly boy that has no way of defending himself unless the opponent is weaker than I am. What more to life is there?

Amber threw her legs up in the air jumping off the couch at the sound of the doorbell ringing. She yelled, "Pizzas here!!"
"Cool." I mumbled still gazing at the pouring rain. I watch as people without umbrellas scurry out of the heavy rain carrying their belongings as well as pulling there children along the way. Why run away from the rain? I wonder. It's just water. Pure water that came from above to wash away the pains and sins of yesterday to make tomorrow a fresher day. As I was taught from my mother. The smell of wings and pizza hit my nostrils as Amber walked in. I turned around waiting for Amber to set the boxes down because right now. I'm starving.
"Well than shall we eat?" I nodded licking my dry lips nearly drooling as she opened the box of food. "Let's dig in."