bands, blood, and blasphemy

late nights

I walk aimlessly through the streets. I don't even know where I'm going. I'm just walking. I turn a corner and I think I'm alone, but I there is a group of boys a little older then me across the street. The government tries to clean up crime but for some reason they still leave all of these jerks on the road.

I thought my still blood smeared face would keep them away but I guess no such luck.

"Hey gorgeous!" a couple of them cat call and try to get my attention, but I just walk away.

"Hello!" one of them calls "Don't just walk away like that hun. Some little pretty thing like you shouldn't be out alone," he is right behind me now trying to sound seductive but its just annoying. His friends follow him and I can smell the sent of alcohol and other unseemly substances.

My face is still covered with my hood so they can't really see me. they are jus after some one to fool around with. I start to panic and breathe hard. My lungs felt like they just couldn't get any air. 

"Oh, calm down honey this can be fun for you," told me and I froze. i had heard that voice before, it sounded so familiar. It was one of the boys from school that had always spat curses and thrown slurs at our little family of misfits.

"Get away!" I yelled and tried to run but they had surrounded me, so I couldn't get away.

"Oh, sweaty why don't we take off that hood so I can see that pretty little face of yours," he said and flipped back my hood. "Oh, so it's one of you sick bastard. then your gonna like this you little slut," he told me and grabbed my arm.

"Get the hell away!"I yelled again and brought my foot to where the sun don't shine, and charged through the barrier of boys with my guitar case flailing and hit a couple up side the head.

I started to run, but he was faster then me, despite his slight impedance, and caught up right away. I looked back to see where they all are, my foot caught and I fell on to my face.  Then he is on top of me. I screamed as he stomped on my ankle that already been hurt by my mom. He snickered and pressed harder. I felt my foot pop again and I knew it was just dislocated. My try to hold in the urge to really hurt this guy, but didn't cause I'll hurt myself more. instead I just screamed for help. He struck me over the head with his hard hand, and continued to beat me. then one of the boys yelled "lets get out of here!" and they all bolted after giving me a few bloody punches for good measure.

For awhile nothing happened. I lied there in the middle of the street, unable to move because of the shooting pain in my ankle.

"Someone help," managed to crook out. It was quiet and nothing happened then one of the doors cracked open.

"Terra?" I heard a familiar voice question from the door step. My blood was covering my vision so I couldn't see them. "Terra!" they yelled again and I felt a pare of strong hands under my back. I'm lifted and pulled to a hard chest. "don't worry it'll be OK" they told me .

Everything went black.

***

"Shhhhhh," I felt a damp rag that rested on my fore head over my wound.

"What? Where am I?" I managed to get out so it was distinguishable after a couple tries.

"It's OK Terry. It's Tim. Your OK," he told me and the blob in front of me seemed to hold a little bit more familiarity. He held my cheek with a large hand and rubbed circles over a blood stain they had left, too clear it away. Like I know he wished the whole altercation would disappear just as easy, just as I do.

"How many times did I tell you not to call me 'Terry'" I joked to him and got a little chuckle.

"Just try to rest. You can joke later," he told me and pushed me back into a laying position "What happened?"

"My mom and a few jerks," I told him and as my eyes started to come into focus I saw his scowl.

"You shouldn't be out this late," he told me obviously not wanting to talk about that.

"I'm not 'out'" I told him "I'm running away."

He scowled again "you still shouldn't be on the streets."

"I know...but I couldn't stay anymore..." I tell him and he just looks at me like I'm a kicked puppy. "How many times have I told you not to pity me. it's not like you have it any better," I told him still in a gruff voice that was nearly indistinct.

He simply scowled again, and pushed me onto my back repeatedly, saying that I need to rest, till I stopped trying to get up.

I think about how he really didn't have it much better. During the attack my dad died in both his parents did the same. Since then he was moved to an orphanage, the only one in the city. And even though they say he is treated just like everyone else I know he is...well they don't treat him right here.

"Timmy?" I said my voice sounding more distinct.

"What, Terra?" he said and came over from his desk in the other corner of his small room from his hard bed  I was laying on. No wonder he is always sore.

 "Can I stay with you till I find m own place?" I asked him. knowing his big brother self would most likely let me.

"We already spend twelve-plus hours a day together. Why not," he smiled and pushed my hair out of my eyes and tucked it behind my ear.

"I'll take the floor," I said and started to get up.

I was just pushed back down "I'll take the floor I'm not bloody and beaten to hell,:" he said then took one of the blankets he had piled on me earlier.

"I'm not either," I said.

He sat down with his sweatshirt as a pillow and said "just shut up, and sleep."

{A/N: to all of you people that are reading this, I would so appreshiate it if you would go and read my other works mob a team project with my friend @TasteOfItaly and Free Spirits a book that is way farther along then this one and my main focuse I need more reads and votes.}