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Fighting & Dying.
Chapter 1/Part2
~Ryan James~

I wake up in the hospital, I could smell my mom beside me. She reeks of alcohol. And I hear my friend Tanner on the phone, "No mom he hasn't woken up yet." When I blinked Tanner was at my side immediatly. "What happened?" I asked. He took a deep breath. "We were gonna hangout, so I called your phone. You didn't answer so I tried again and again. Still no answer. So I walked over to your house. You gave me your spare key. So I unlocked the door, and right when I walked in I saw you laying on the ground motionless." He looked straight up at the door. I turned my head and my mom was talking to the doctor.  Tanner pulled his phone out of his pocket and started typing a message. He showed it to me: "I came over today to hang out like we always do at the same time. Your mom lost it for real. She started hitting and cursing, and you were down after a few hits and you were out. You woke up about a minute later rolled up some weed and took a couple hits, you also took a shot of whiskey. You then stumbled up the stairs and fell down. I don't want to get you in trouble." "Oh my god" I whispered. I don't remember any of this.

~Emily Bucsh~

I got on to the highway, I grabbed my phone and called my mom. She answered on the 3rd ring, "Hello?" Her southern accent scared me. I always forget she has it. "Hey mom!" I say happily. "Hey sweetie," she starts to talk quietly and I know my dad is in the room. "I just called to let you know Im coming home." I am excited. "Thats great sweetie, I have to go." She hangs up the phone. I put my phone down into the cup holder. And when I look in the review mirror Blue Lights.

~Chaz Wilson~

I wake up on the couch. "Brad!?" I yell. I get up and walk to the kitchen. I check the time.  11:40 AM. He is at work. I have been here for 3 hours. I look on the table to see if he left me anything, a note. I picked it up: "Chaz Im sorry I didn't wake you up to tell you Im going. You were just so cute when you were asleep and so peaceful so I didn't want to wake you up. Make yourself at home, cereal in the pantry. And if you leave make sure to lock the door. -xoxBrad" I went and got my bag so I could go for a jog, and check my phone. I pull out my shorts and my phone, 2 missed calls. Caseworker. "Great" I call my voicemail. "Hey chaz I have some news for you if you could call me back." I hang it up, then my phone rings. "Bradd" I smile. "Helloo?" I ask to annoy him. "You know who it is sweetie." He laughs. "Whatcha up to/" He asks. "Oh just changing into my jogging clothes." I say pulling on my shorts. "Oh your going for a jog?" He smiles. "Yeah" I smile, locking the front door. "So are you gonna stop by?" He asks. "Yep. I got to go, I have another call." I say. "Okay, I love you." He smiles. "Love you too" I answer my other call. "Hello?" I say. "Hi, Chaz. This is your mother. Your biological mother."

Fighting & Dying.
Chapter 1/Part1
~Ryan James~

I wake up in the middle of the kitchen floor. I've been beaten for 14 years of my life. It all started when I was 2 and my dad left. my mom kept drinking, and one day she lost all the contorl in her body. She busted open my door, and punched me in the face. I stumble to stand up. I limp up the stairs one by one. around the 10th step I lost my balance. I can feel the bones crumbling. I hit the floor. I couldn't feel anything. I stared at the ceiling waiting for all of it to be over. Laid there thinking about who would miss me when I was gone. Who would walk through the door and see me lying here on the floor. Not breathing, silent. 

~Emily Bucsh~

" Thats not enough, brethe in deeper. " Kye said behind me. "Kye I have to go home, my mom keeps calling me!" I yelled. Kye hates that. His face got extremely red. He started punching me, and hiting. I know not to cry or fight back anymore cause then he hits harder. So I take it, all the punches and hits. I've noticed that it gets worse everytime he gets high. He relys on weed. He literally can't go 2 seconds without it. I on the other hand never really use it unless I am with him. Which is all the time now. Kye got tired, and he needed to use the bathroom. When I heard the bathroom door lock I ran around the room getting my bag and my phone and my key's. I run out of the apartment door and into my car. I open the glove box and get out my wallet. I know I am not smart to be dating Kye but I am atleast smart enough to hide my wallet. I start the car and zoom out of the complex. I need to get out of here.

~Chaz Wilson~

I sit on the couch in Brad's house, Brad takes his place next to me, wiping his face. I sit half in reality, and half in a world I made. " You know they are gonna come looking for me. " I say in complete silence. Brad looks at me, completely stoned. "They can't find you here." He holds my hand. And cradles my face with the other. He kisses me. I love the way he kisses. I lay my head in his lap. He played with my hair and hummed a song and everything was better, I close my eyes and drift to sleep.

Fighting & Dying.
Prologue.
~Ryan James~
"Mom!" I get dragged into the kitchen by my shirt collar. "Let go!" I try fighting to get away but it's no use Im too weak. I guess I'm going to have to take this beating. She clinches her fist and punches me in the face hard enough for me to black out.
~Emily Bucsh~
" I have to go." I say reaching for my jacket. "Not yet" Kye yells. He grabs my wrist, and takes a hit. He pulls me in closer when the smoke drifts out. He looks at me, "Take it." He demands. "Not right now I have to go." He tightens his grip, I can feel the bruises coming. "Take it." He practically yells. I take a small hit. 
~Chaz Wilson~
"I'll be back later" I close the front door. "Yeah in ten years." I mutter. I slowly walk over to the outside of my window. I grab my duffle bag and my book bag. A black Camero approaches down the street at the stop sign. I keep looking at it. The passenger side window went down and Brad was in the driver seat. Smiling. God, those dimples give me butterflies. I walk down the street to the car and get in. "You got it?" He asks still smiling. I look down at my bag smile and look into his eyes. "Yes." And I chuckle. "Going to be one heck of a night." Brad laughs. As we drive into his drive way. I walk in his house behind him. With my bookbag on my back. And dufflebag in my left hand. "Okay get it and lets line them up." I grab the bag and make straight 3 even rows. Brad grabs the straw and snorts them up fast.
 

New Story coming to Witty!!!! Hopefully Prologue on by tonight. 

Fighting & Dying.