Avenues and Alleyways, chapter 1
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The sharp night air nipped at him like a hungry dog. He rubbed his bare arms in an attempt to warm himself up as he walked briskly along the dark alleyway. The streetlamps cast their amber lights over the landscape, giving everything an eerie glow. He passed a shop door, where a group of men leered at him evilly. He quickened his pace. He wasn't scared, but he knew he had to be careful this time of night. When he reached the end of the street, he effortlessly scaled the high fence and dropped down into unknown territory below.
Aaron inhaled deeply as he ran a hand through his tangled auburn hair. Running forwards now, it felt as if someone one else was guiding him, that he wasn't really doing this. Deep down, he knew he was though, and it scared him stiff.
"Good," he muttered as he noticed the lights were off in the house. He stood there for a second, but he couldn't turn back now. He'd come this far, he had to see it through.
It took him close on ten minutes to pick the lock on the back door. It clicked open satisfactorily and he slid inside. A pair of expert eyes scanned the dark kitchen. They settled on a woman's handbag hanging off the arm of a chair. He searched it. His hands had just closed around a small purse when the sound of a voice broke him from his dreamlike state.
"Who's there?"
Panic surged through him. He stood frozen for a moment. Suddenly he realised exactly what he was doing. Fear now taking a hold on him, he sprinted from the house. He didn't know where he was going. He didn't care. The sound of his own ragged breathing and crashing footsteps filled his ears. The icy air stinging at his face as it rushed past.
The only thought going through his mind was to get the fuck away from there. He kept running, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the house. His feet pounding along the dark street, he searched the road behind him for any signs of life.
The next thing he knew he had come crashing down on his back. "Shit," he muttered in a daze.
"You alright kid?"
His back ached and his vision slid in and out of focus. "Huh?"
"You ran straight into me, you alright?"
"I'm fine," Aaron answered, coldly. The last thing he needed was some total stranger to ask why he was out here.
"You don't look fine kid."
"Fuck off."
Aaron scrambled up off the ground, and got to his feet, slightly unsteadily. He took a look at the guy for the first time. He wasn't much older than himself even though he was much taller ; eighteen or nineteen, maybe. His Brown hair fell onto his face in bangs. A concerned expression in his crystal blue eyes.
"Why 'fuck off'? I'm only trying to help, jeez."
"I'm not a kid." It annoyed him like hell when people called him 'kid'. Mostly because he knew he looked about twelve.
"Yeah, what age are you?"
"Fifteen."
"That's still a kid. How come you're out so late?"
"None of your business."
This guy was really pissing him off now. "Listen, you don't have to tell me what you're doing. I don't care, to be honest but-"
Aaron muttered something incomprehensible under his breath.
"-but," he continued, "I was gonna ask if you wanted a ride home. I ain't about to leave a little fifteen year-old kid alone in this part of town late at night."
"Will you piss off! Did it ever occur to you that maybe I'm not just some little kid, maybe there's some reason I'm out here? And maybe you're just some asshole sticking his nose into someone else's business?"
"Sorry," he said blankly, his face creasing in concern and anger.
Aaron turned on his heel, anger coursing through his body. He started walking. His vision blurring slightly with tears of rage. He blinked them back, furiously. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried.
He had been walking for more than half an hour when he realised he was lost. Furious with himself for getting himself into these messes, he sat down heavily on the edge of the pavement. It was only then that he realised he was still clutching the purse he had stolen from the house. He looked inside. $30. Anger rising inside him again; he had fucking broken into a house for $30!
The pavement was freezing cold and the chilly wind was blowing against his ankles, where his too-short trousers left them bare.
He hopped to his feet, trying to recognise something that he could use to find his way home. Nothing. Looks like he would have to rough it again.
Aaron inhaled deeply as he ran a hand through his tangled auburn hair. Running forwards now, it felt as if someone one else was guiding him, that he wasn't really doing this. Deep down, he knew he was though, and it scared him stiff.
"Good," he muttered as he noticed the lights were off in the house. He stood there for a second, but he couldn't turn back now. He'd come this far, he had to see it through.
It took him close on ten minutes to pick the lock on the back door. It clicked open satisfactorily and he slid inside. A pair of expert eyes scanned the dark kitchen. They settled on a woman's handbag hanging off the arm of a chair. He searched it. His hands had just closed around a small purse when the sound of a voice broke him from his dreamlike state.
"Who's there?"
Panic surged through him. He stood frozen for a moment. Suddenly he realised exactly what he was doing. Fear now taking a hold on him, he sprinted from the house. He didn't know where he was going. He didn't care. The sound of his own ragged breathing and crashing footsteps filled his ears. The icy air stinging at his face as it rushed past.
The only thought going through his mind was to get the fuck away from there. He kept running, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the house. His feet pounding along the dark street, he searched the road behind him for any signs of life.
The next thing he knew he had come crashing down on his back. "Shit," he muttered in a daze.
"You alright kid?"
His back ached and his vision slid in and out of focus. "Huh?"
"You ran straight into me, you alright?"
"I'm fine," Aaron answered, coldly. The last thing he needed was some total stranger to ask why he was out here.
"You don't look fine kid."
"Fuck off."
Aaron scrambled up off the ground, and got to his feet, slightly unsteadily. He took a look at the guy for the first time. He wasn't much older than himself even though he was much taller ; eighteen or nineteen, maybe. His Brown hair fell onto his face in bangs. A concerned expression in his crystal blue eyes.
"Why 'fuck off'? I'm only trying to help, jeez."
"I'm not a kid." It annoyed him like hell when people called him 'kid'. Mostly because he knew he looked about twelve.
"Yeah, what age are you?"
"Fifteen."
"That's still a kid. How come you're out so late?"
"None of your business."
This guy was really pissing him off now. "Listen, you don't have to tell me what you're doing. I don't care, to be honest but-"
Aaron muttered something incomprehensible under his breath.
"-but," he continued, "I was gonna ask if you wanted a ride home. I ain't about to leave a little fifteen year-old kid alone in this part of town late at night."
"Will you piss off! Did it ever occur to you that maybe I'm not just some little kid, maybe there's some reason I'm out here? And maybe you're just some asshole sticking his nose into someone else's business?"
"Sorry," he said blankly, his face creasing in concern and anger.
Aaron turned on his heel, anger coursing through his body. He started walking. His vision blurring slightly with tears of rage. He blinked them back, furiously. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried.
He had been walking for more than half an hour when he realised he was lost. Furious with himself for getting himself into these messes, he sat down heavily on the edge of the pavement. It was only then that he realised he was still clutching the purse he had stolen from the house. He looked inside. $30. Anger rising inside him again; he had fucking broken into a house for $30!
The pavement was freezing cold and the chilly wind was blowing against his ankles, where his too-short trousers left them bare.
He hopped to his feet, trying to recognise something that he could use to find his way home. Nothing. Looks like he would have to rough it again.
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