The Neighbourhood
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
9,115
Reviews:
41
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Running
This story contains violence, language, death, angst, abuse, and sex.
Reviews are welcome as is constructive criticism.
Chapter 1
There were no children in the neighborhood. There were only adults, and all of their perverted desires and twisted addictions made the air itself sinful to breathe.
Secluded from the rest of humanity, the neighbourhood had been built upon ruins as an attempt to start over. But the past was never forgotten, and eventually the area had succumbed to violence, sex, and drugs. It was all the same, wherever you went. There was always that one place everyone avoided, that one place where all the tormented souls fled and sought comfort in their concrete, tin roofed houses.
But this place was different. The people here were so beyond redemption they gave a new meaning to the word degraded. It was here that people died quietly, having never accomplished one good thing in their entire lives. And in fact, if they were brought back to life they would make the same mistakes over again. Because here the scum of the earth rotted in their bittersweet corruption, not having a care in the world.
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She was running away from the world, running away from her father and all of the pain he had brought her. But she couldn’t run away from the big hole in her heart, the emptiness she felt inside.
The lightning flashed over her head and then the rain started to pour down. Oh fuck. She had on only a light jacket and her backpack full of money, clothes and a pocketknife- how was that going to help her?
She scurried down the wide alley, the cobblestones slick with the rain. She was just turning the corner when it started to hail.
Of course it has to hail now of all times, now when I’m homeless and cold, freezing cold-
She was in a dark neighbourhood. The houses were rundown, some of the windows broken or boarded up. There was a certain eeriness about it that gave her goosebumps. She figured no one lived here, so she pushed open the door of a house with a broken bicycle lying on the porch, desperate to get out of the rain and hail.
She gagged at the sudden smell of vomit and shit. But it was dry, and that was all that mattered. She was in the living room, well, she assumed it was because there was a brown, vomit stained sofa against the cracked wall. The sofa looked like it had just been sucked inside of a tornado. Actually, the whole room looked like that. There were broken beer bottles littered across the floor, fast food bags, cigarette butts, a teddy bear with its head missing, a few condoms, a busted up stereo, and a beanie bag that was infested with maggots. She covered her mouth, shrinking away. She cleared a space for her to sit on the floor. She sat on her soaked jacket, not wanting to touch the hideous floor anymore than she had to.
As she sat there, shivering, disgusted, alone and confused, she suddenly laughed at the situation she was in. Here she was, seeking refuge in a filthy, strange house, having run away from her father who, even though he had repeatedly raped her, at least provided her with food and shelter. So would she rather sit uncomfortably on a dirty floor in an abandoned house, breathing in the stench of stale vomit, then be in her father’s house, sleeping in a nice bed with a warm, so warm blanket with the exception of her father coming in to cover her face with a pillow while he molested her?
Yes. God yes. I’d stay here forever if I could, as long as I don’t have to see his face, feel his hands on me.
She sighed deeply, then hung her head, feeling completely drained. She started to sob quietly, never noticing the lone figure watching her from a corner.
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AN--
The next chapter will be longer and much more exciting, honestly!
Reviews are welcome as is constructive criticism.
Chapter 1
There were no children in the neighborhood. There were only adults, and all of their perverted desires and twisted addictions made the air itself sinful to breathe.
Secluded from the rest of humanity, the neighbourhood had been built upon ruins as an attempt to start over. But the past was never forgotten, and eventually the area had succumbed to violence, sex, and drugs. It was all the same, wherever you went. There was always that one place everyone avoided, that one place where all the tormented souls fled and sought comfort in their concrete, tin roofed houses.
But this place was different. The people here were so beyond redemption they gave a new meaning to the word degraded. It was here that people died quietly, having never accomplished one good thing in their entire lives. And in fact, if they were brought back to life they would make the same mistakes over again. Because here the scum of the earth rotted in their bittersweet corruption, not having a care in the world.
~~~~~~
She was running away from the world, running away from her father and all of the pain he had brought her. But she couldn’t run away from the big hole in her heart, the emptiness she felt inside.
The lightning flashed over her head and then the rain started to pour down. Oh fuck. She had on only a light jacket and her backpack full of money, clothes and a pocketknife- how was that going to help her?
She scurried down the wide alley, the cobblestones slick with the rain. She was just turning the corner when it started to hail.
Of course it has to hail now of all times, now when I’m homeless and cold, freezing cold-
She was in a dark neighbourhood. The houses were rundown, some of the windows broken or boarded up. There was a certain eeriness about it that gave her goosebumps. She figured no one lived here, so she pushed open the door of a house with a broken bicycle lying on the porch, desperate to get out of the rain and hail.
She gagged at the sudden smell of vomit and shit. But it was dry, and that was all that mattered. She was in the living room, well, she assumed it was because there was a brown, vomit stained sofa against the cracked wall. The sofa looked like it had just been sucked inside of a tornado. Actually, the whole room looked like that. There were broken beer bottles littered across the floor, fast food bags, cigarette butts, a teddy bear with its head missing, a few condoms, a busted up stereo, and a beanie bag that was infested with maggots. She covered her mouth, shrinking away. She cleared a space for her to sit on the floor. She sat on her soaked jacket, not wanting to touch the hideous floor anymore than she had to.
As she sat there, shivering, disgusted, alone and confused, she suddenly laughed at the situation she was in. Here she was, seeking refuge in a filthy, strange house, having run away from her father who, even though he had repeatedly raped her, at least provided her with food and shelter. So would she rather sit uncomfortably on a dirty floor in an abandoned house, breathing in the stench of stale vomit, then be in her father’s house, sleeping in a nice bed with a warm, so warm blanket with the exception of her father coming in to cover her face with a pillow while he molested her?
Yes. God yes. I’d stay here forever if I could, as long as I don’t have to see his face, feel his hands on me.
She sighed deeply, then hung her head, feeling completely drained. She started to sob quietly, never noticing the lone figure watching her from a corner.
~~~~~~~
AN--
The next chapter will be longer and much more exciting, honestly!