fix me.

[littlered599]

OOC:hopefully someone will entertain me with this, I do hope so, its an idea im running with, just to see where it goes. If nobody likes first person writing then just write how you would like to continue and I will adapt.

BIC: my name is Imogen Tylers, my father used to call me idgy before he went away, I am 20 years old and my view of the world has been tainted. After father left, mother got sick. She told me the cure to her illness was alcohol. For the past 15 years I have looked after her and tried my best to make her happy, however my mother is not an easy lady to be with, sometimes she gets angry, so angry that she needs to take the rage out on something, often that something is me.

I am around 5"9, brown shoulder length hair, green eyed and skinny, often mother says I cant eat as she needs the money for her booze.

I do not trust men easily, my mothers boyfriends were allowed to do what they wanted when they wanted, they were not very nice men.

Today, after receiving one hell of a beating off my mother and her current boyfriend for not emptying the ashtrays for them, my mother told me I was a waste of space and kicked me out. Its raining, I am cold and hungry and have nowhere to go. I huddle up under a tree in a park I found my way to and try my best to fall asleep through the shivering and my pain from my earlier beating.

 

[ClassInAtl]

Driving home late from the office. It's been a long day and everyone I've talked to has done nothing but complain. I can't wait to get out of there. I need to go get a drink.

I'm headed to this nice bar I know, quickest way is a shortcut through the park. It's dark at night and all kinds of creeps wander through here. I glance over and see several guys sitting in their cars, hoping for company.

I come around a turn and my headlights shine on a crackhead walking toward a small pile of clothes on the ground under a tree. I suddenly realize that it's actually a person, looks like a girl, and she lifts her head and starts to back away from this guy.....

 

[littlered599]

As headlights lit up the park through the rain, I noticed the man coming towards me. He wore clothes shabbier and more ripped then mine, he was advancing with a sick smile on his face and hand in pocket.
"What ya' got for me girly?" he growled. I backed away in blind panic, scuffling away on my hands and knees while never taking my eyes off him.
"Please leave me alone" I begged, it even sounded pitiful to me.
"don't be frightened" he laughed, all the while still advancing.

I had only just noticed that the lights from the passing car had actually stopped. I raised up onto my feet and tried to calculate whether I could reach the car before the man could reach me, whether whomever in the car would help me and if they were safe enough to trust. My legs started working before my brain could comprehend what was happening but it was still to late.
The man grabbed me by the arm of my jacket, hooking his fingers in a hole, slowing me down enough to get a better grip and wrestling me down to the ground. He shoved his knee into my back and help my hands down with his left hand and pulling a knife out of his pocket with his right.

Just as I believed there was no escape, I heard a man shout, I tried to look but I couldn't move around enough to see. The mysterious shout seemed to stop the man with the knife who stood up sensing a bigger challenge.

 

[ClassInAtl]

I don't consider myself the "hero" type, but sometimes you just react before you know what you are doing. She was tiny - not short, but so thin. I couldn't guess her age but I thought she might be a runaway. Even though my daughter was grown and out of the house, I guess paternal instincts took over.

I ran toward her and screamed at the man holding her to let go. Because of my late hours I had a gun in my car which was now in my hand. I had never thought I'd use it and didn't want to find out now if I could. But it was too late to back down.

I pointed my weapon. "L eave her alone" I demanded. The crackhead released his grip and turned to me, he had a knife in his hand. He took a couple of steps before he saw my gun and pulled up short.

"Don't be stupid asshole. Just walk away now and we all go on our way" It did not surprise me when he turned and ran. A scared girl is one thing, but this prick was a coward. I walked over to her and helped her up.

"Are you alright?"

" I think so" she said in a quivering voice, barely looking at me.

"Can I give you a ride home?"

 

[littlered599]

I glanced at the man as he offered me a lift home, biting my lip and frowning as I once again wondered where I would go, if I went back to my mother I would be beaten again, if I stayed in the park then god knows what would happen to me.
"No thanks, I'll be fine from here" I replied, looking at the floor and avoiding eye contact.

He reached forward to touch my shoulder and before there was any contact I flinched away so severely I stumbled backwards. A fresh round of panic set in and I started walking away.
"Thanks again" I shouted over my shoulder as I was walking away before he had the chance to say anything else.

I walked for a good ten minutes in any direction and finally ended up in a part of town I had never been to before. It was respectable and felt safe and warm. Even looking through the windows at the orange glow made me feel warmer as I stood in the rain.

As I stood looking at the houses a familiar car pulled around the corner, it took me a second to snap out of my daze and notice it but as soon as I did I dipped my head and started walking again, hoping I wouldn't be noticed.

 

[ClassInAtl]

I found it odd, but tried to put her out of my head. I guess you just can't help folks who don't want to be helped. Oh well, I guess I really needed that drink now.

Holy shit, what was I thinking? Pointing a gun? Adrenaline is a crazy thing. I headed toward Ray's. It's a nice place. Pretty upscale, but not snooty at all. All the folks knew me and I could relax. I turned the last block where a neighborhood of nice homes bordered the area where Ray's was.

I caught a flash on the corner. Her? Again, I guess she must've been running through the park to get here. She looked so pitiful I thought I'd try one more time. I rolled down the window as I passed close.

"Look, I don't know your deal, but I'm headed just up the block for a drink. If your hungry I'll be glad to get you something. At least it ill get you out of the rain."

 

[littlered599]

I stopped when I heard him talking, at first I was considering running, that was until he mentioned food.

I felt like I hadn't eaten in a week, even the thought of a bit of food had my stomach growling and mouth watering. If this was a cruel joke then I don't think I would be able to carry on.

It took me a minute to weigh the thought of eating to voluntarily getting in a strangers car, a man at that, and the possibility that he would turn out like the rest.

"I would like that very much sir" I replied timidly, scared that he would take the offer away.

He opened the passenger side door and gestured for me to take a seat. I slipped in and sat there, wringing my hands on my lap and keeping my eyes down.

 

[ClassInAtl]

Look, I know you must be scared but we are just going up a couple of blocks.

I drive up and park on the street. I tell her this is the place. We walk in and the hostess recognizes me right away. She asks if I'll be sitting at the bar ( I usually do) and I tell her I'd like a booth tonight. She looks at the young waif with me with a mix of confusion and amusement. We certainly seem like an odd pair.

We sit an I tell her my name is Marcus Clayton, my friends just call me Clay. She barely looks up so I just wait a bit. I'm wondering what the hell I've gotten myself into, I see bruises on her face and wonder if she's on drugs, a prostitute, maybe both???

 

[littlered599]

We arrived at the place and I immediately felt out of place with my scratchy clothes. I goggled a bit at them and there clean clothes for a while before the hostess spoke.

She was looking at me oddly and instinctively I moved behind the man a little. I guess I felt safer with him then I thought.

The hostess took us to a booth and we sat. The man was staring at me and out of habit I couldn't look in his eyes.

"My name is Marcus Clayton, but my friends call me clay" he said gently, studying me almost.

I took a minute to decide whether to tell him my name or now. What would it matter, he was only getting me some food. It was pity I was sure. He pitys me.

"I'm Imogen tylers" I replied quietly. I may trust this man more than everyone else in here but I still didn't know him. His facial expression did not change and he was still watching me.

"Thank You for helping me" I said, the least I could be is polite. He leaned back and sighed, it took me off guard and I glanced up.
I met his stare with my green eyes and threw my eyes down again, I had expected him to be looking away with the sigh that sounded like defeat but it seemed he was still inspecting me.

I could instantly feel my cheeks heat up and knew I looked like a tomato. My breathing sped up a touch at the shock when my eyes looked into his. He was quite attractive and his eyes were beautiful.

The waitress came over to the booth. "what can I get you tonight clay" she asked, I peeked at her under my eyelashes out of curiosity. She was smiling at him and obviously knew him well. Clay looked to me expectantly and I risked another glance before muttering "I've cant ever remember eating out before", hoping that clay would suggest something. I was starting to feel guilty for spending his money when I wasn't his problem.