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Chapter 1

The rosy sun rays shone across my face irritating my eyes. I tried to ignore the blazing burn on my eye lids and continue my sleep. I hoped the night before that I would never wake to see the rays of the sun again. I kept telling myself, 'Die you worthless piece of crap. Die!' But I couldn't and I knew I couldn't for I had more to do on this disastrous world. I have never wished for anything other than bringing a smile on my sister's face. We have gone through so many tough situations together and I would not have asked for more than just having each other. My name is Dominique Mashodiant and I am seventeen years old. Me and my sister Lilly Mashodiant, who is sixteen years old, have lived on the streets all our life. We are homeless beggars.

We have lived in any alley that we have found safe and free of other beggars, robbers, or just people in general. We have tried to find alleys that would protect us from bad weather such as rain, wind, snow, or hail. Our past is a mystery. All that we know is how to beg for money and expect mercy. I personally hate seeing the different reactions people give us when they see us begging for money or food. Some seem disgusted from our dirty faces, torn clothes, bloody feet, and repulsive smell, but not everyone could live in luxury.

We have been called all sorts of names. We have been referred to as rats, dirt bags, freaks, and liars. I have always been sensitive to what people said about me. I would cry when they spat in my face. I would recoil into my filthy clothes hoping to wake up from a horrid nightmare. Yet I would wake to see my sister in tears, eyes puffed red from crying. She would always sob, "Are you going to leave me?"

I would look straight at her dirty face and wipe the tears from it. "Of course not", I would say.

I have learned that no one cares about two 'charity cases' as long as they were satisfies with their own life. No longer, I would tell myself, would I let people break me or hurt my sister. No longer will I be easily moved by their insults or disturbed reactions. I wanted to show them that we are no 'charity case' or 'lying street rats'. We were not fragile and timid as we seemed. We could be as heartless and emotionless as they were.

I got sick of watching people push us around. I decided to show some strength and overtime I was seen as a rebel. I realized that my looks were another reason I was called a rebel. I had wildly curled coal like black hair, dark brown eyes, and large lips. I have a small waistline, yet giant hips. My shape seemed abnormal compared to the thin females walking around. Even though I hardly ate, I never seemed to slim down. This was always a disappointment to me.

I am extremely ugly compared to my sister. She has golden blonde wavy hair, crystal blue eyes, and normal sized lips. She has a nice slim body where her waistline and her hips seem to perfectly complement her beauty. I seem to be the only one to notice how some guys rate my looks to her fairy-like charm. I am no competition, but losing to their rating game does not get to me as much as it used to. Even though, I could almost always find myself fantasizing a less hideous figure to look at, but all that comes up is the same disgusting image. Sadly, I am seen as a horrid excuse for a female, and you know what… I don't blame them.

Today, like every other day, I decided to leave my sister behind to beg in a different corner of the village, while I go and beg in another. I tell her it's better to split and cover more ground, but even I knew that I was lying to myself. No one dares look in my direction, let alone come near me to give me money or food. I leave my sister in a safe location and tell her I would return for her before sunset. I leave her there for two reasons, to keep her safe and to hide my shameful secret. I worked for some rich families near some hospital in the village. They pay me very little, but it's still better than nothing. I entered their fancy home to get beat for being late, then I would get some chores to do like work in the garden or the usual… destroy their enemies' properties. Once I was done with one family, I would go to the other rich families, work for them, and do the same.

I know what you're probably thinking… what a backstabber! Sure, I am a backstabber, but they are too. Well, they're just twofaced freaks who do ill to their neighbors and visit them to comfort them for their loss. Even I could see through their transparent masks.

My relationship with these families didn't last long. Either they would find out that I have been working for their enemies or they would catch me stealing some extra money from them when I had the chance to. For my sins, I would get beat, robbed, and kicked out of their homes. I would return to my sister with more bruises and scars than the day before, but I would lie to her about it and continue our day together. Every time I returned, my sister always seemed tired by the end of the day. "Are you okay?" I would ask.

"I fine. Just running", she would always answer.

Once we get hungry, the trash is what we got to for help. The mixture of everything people place in their garbage bags seems less important to us when we want to survive. I won't tell you what we find in all these bags or eat just because we might be searching for food in your trash next and we wouldn't want extra surprises in there. You might have thought life was easy for a beggar, but life was never safe or bright.

As we walked through an alley way searching for food, we heard heavy footsteps coming from around the corner ahead of us. A drunken man appeared with a bottle of wine in one hand and a knife in the other. He was scraping the wall with his knife while mumbling something to himself until he notices us looking through the trash. He tried to focus his vision by looking at Lilly, then me, and then back to Lilly. He seemed to enjoy what he saw because he began to state things like, "Come here and give Papa some sugar angel lips".

Lilly winced and replied, "Buzz off you creep!"

"Nice Lilly", I said sarcastically, "You definitely scared him off".

"Come here and let me take a good look at ya". He began to waddle toward us. His sight was fixated on Lilly. "I don't bit, I promise I'll make it worth your while", he stated with a maniacal laugh. He pulled out a small pile of money. There might be around fifty dollars with him.

"He's loaded!" Lilly said quite surprised.

"Forget it Lilly, we are not going to try and steal from a drunk man with a weapon and a bottle of wine", I said, "Let's go find us a different alley to look through for food".

"Now, now don't leave so soon. We were almost done getting to know each other better", he stuttered.

I grabbed Lilly's wrist and began walking in the other direction.

I spat at him, "We're not interested in drunk adults who gamble all of their hard earned cash away. Neither", I continued, "are we interested in older men who prey on younger women…or beggars to be exact".

My answer seemed to offend him because what I saw next took me by complete surprise. In a blink of an eye, the drunk man had his face a few centimeters away from mine. His features were easier to see now. He was a man around the age of twenty-six. He's got neck length copper brown hair that was gelled back, dagger black eyes, and a smoothly shaved face. He smelt of cologne, yet his breath smelt bitter dry from the wine. His face was one to be admired and enjoyed. His nose was perfectly placed above his captivating red lips and he was quite handsome. I felt charmed by his good looks yet it all ended when he savagely grabbed me by my shoulders and slammed me to a wall. He held his grip tighter every time I struggled. My shoulders fell into pain as they seemed to crack under the pressure. I ended my struggle to save my shoulders from being smashed into millions of pieces.

He looked me straight in the eye and told me, "First of all, I gamble my parent's money not mine. Second, I don't 'prey' on younger women…", he licked his lips wildly causing drool to come down his chin, while leaning in closer to whisper into my ear, "I crave them", he said viciously. He maniacally chuckled then continued, "I'm going to possess you, then gut you, and finally, I'm going to take my time on miss angel lips over there". As I looked over his shoulder, I could see the blood drain completely from my sister's face leaving it to be a ghastly white. I began to shake uncontrollably when he set his gaze on my body. He was analyzing where to begin. He seemed unsure due to the fact that my body was completely unpleasant. After a few moments, he appeared to have finally come to a conclusion. He smirked and placed his hand in his pocket and took out the knife.

"I don't wanna waste my time on you", he stated harshly, "You're nothing but a piece of garbage, oddly shaped and undesired…It hurts doesn't it", he continued, "to be unwanted and left to rot. Well, let me end your misery here and now…No need to thank me". He began contemplating whether to stab the knife though my neck or through my heart. I realized that in a couple of minutes I would no longer be present in this world. I took my last chance to gaze at my sister's face to tell her how I truly felt. I didn't want to leave her with broken feelings due to the fact that, in a way, I hated her existence. I hated how I was the eldest, yet I was the one walking in her shadow. She is the one everyone looks up to to find ease and warmth when we begged. She's a pure creature, innocent, and fragile, yet compared to me she's the beauty and I am the beast. I assume it will be hard to leave this world after I told her that I envied her lovely charm. I thought for a moment and realized that as much as I would envy her existence and looks, I found myself more delighted to be her sister. I loved her ridiculous jokes and priceless laugh, her keen wit and self-confidence, and, most of all, I loved how she was not afraid of me…She is completely reliant on me.

Once I spotted her face, I noticed that she had given up all hope. Before I could tell her to look for help, the man pointed at my heart and began, "I think I found the source of your pain. I promise to cut it out and burn it once we're done here".

He got ready to stab his knife into my chest when a man with green clothes came and kicked the knife out of his hand causing him to lose balance and fall unconsciously to the hard cold cement. The man wasn't a man at all, once clearly seen, he was a teenage boy. He wore a green one-piece and vest. He had very shiny dark smooth, neck length, black hair. He had very large black, bug like, eyes and seemed to have a hyper attitude. He seemed conscious of what was going on, but decided not to interfere unless it was necessary.

He walked to Lilly and asked if she was alright. She couldn't find the strength to reply for she was in shock. I couldn't even move my legs to go and comfort her. I was just as shocked and shaky as she was. After a couple of minutes, Lilly found the strength in her feet again and ran toward me and hugged me. "I thought you were going to die and leave me", she cried, "I'm sorry for not helping you!"

"It's fine", I said while stroking her golden hair, "I would have never forgave myself if I left you in such a cruel world all alone".

"I was going to go get help, but I didn't want to leave you with him. And I tried to scream for help, but I lost my voice for I was scared to death", she continued while burying her face into my tattered clothes, "Please don't get mad at me for being a stupid weakling".

"Listen Lilly", I smiled, "We're all fine now. No need to beat yourself over it. Tomorrow we will save enough money and go out for ice cream". Lilly's face began to light up as the color returned to her cheeks. She began to smile, but she hadn't ended her comforting embrace. Her soft, warm arms around my waist helped steady my racing heartbeat.

"My name is Rock Lee", the teen in green said, "but you could just call me Lee".

"Thank you for saving us", Lilly and I stated in at the same time. We giggled.

"I should apologize for not stepping in earlier", he continued, "but I was curiously watching what you would do next".

Lilly and I remained in silence wondering if he will provide a better explanation.

"Here", he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out ten dollars, "you can buy ice cream now". He smiled.

Lilly released me from her bear hug to take the money, but I said, "You just saved our life. We don't need your money…thank you". I began to walk out of the alley, followed by Lilly.

"Wait!" he began to run after us, "I wanted to talk to you". He faced me.

"I'm listening", I said waiting for him to utter words out of his lips.

"Not here. I want to talk to you alone", he said bluntly. I shook my head and followed him.

We followed him to a park that was surrounded by large trees and a running stream. Over the stream was a small wooden bridge that allowed pedestrians to cross to the other side. There were large old moss covered green leaf trees and small, newly planted trees. Some trees contained breathtaking flowers growing out of their branches, while others were still leafless. It was quite a stupendous site where the grass was becoming greener and flowers were starting to sprout out of the ground. The sound of the wind rustling the newly nurtured leaves sand loudly with the music that the crickets and insects made. We left Lilly sitting on an old wooden bench near the rust covered swings and color fading slides. We walked over to the bridge and watched the luminous reflection of the moon that was hitting the surface of the water. It was an astonishing view as the moon's reflection was surrounded by little flashes of light that glistened and danced as the water fluttered.

I gazed at his face that appeared peaceful and bright. His sight was not focused on the water or the moon, but on the matter that he brought me here for. He seemed nervous and unsure like he had enough time to try and back out of his decision to tell me, but he knew that he shouldn't. He played with his fingers as he prepared what he has to say to me.

"I want you to be mine", he began.

Hope you guys enjoyed my first chapter. I will try to update each week. So far chapter two is going swell :) Please comment, review, vote or all of the above, I am very excited to hear from you. Spread the word of this awesome story, i won't mind. I also wouldn't mind hearing what you guys would like more of, less of, or things I should improve on. This story is going to be loaded with craziness, I promise. Until next week, stay beautiful and happy. Thanks for reading.