Burning Water

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Novel By: Drizzy
Romance

A young girl, of the age of fifteen, with auburn hair and deep hazel eyes walked through the cellar dazedly. Her mind seemed to have been lost, seemed to be in some other universe. The cellar door opened and she looked up in confusion, but she still was not down-to-Earth. A boy, probably sixteen years of age, with brown moppy black hair and shaded brown eyes peered in and looked at her angrily, but something else lingered in his eyes, something he was soon to realize.
“Get over her gal,” He hissed but the girl showed no response as she stood there, her matted auburn hair in her face, and her blood-stained clothes giving her a terrible appearance. Suddenly the cellar door flew shut as the boy stood up in surprise, and a click sounded as he locked it behind him. The girl started too walked around again. Her skinny frail body gave away the fact that she had not eaten in a long, long time. Her bloody clothes showed that she was often beaten and abused; and the look in her eye, told many that her soul had left her, and all that was left was her body, left to wander and wonder.

The boy lay against the cellar door just in time not to blow his prisoners cover as another boy, about sixteen to seventeen, with short auburn hair and hazel eyes turned the corner. Anger shown in his eyes as he spotted the other male.
“Where is she?” He hissed, and the black-haired boy looked up at the other, then announced his reply firmly, but with sarcasm; “What ever do ya mean boy?”
“Where is she, I am not in the mood for games.” He hissed again, this time reaching in his pocket and pulling out a hand gun.
“No need to get feisty now boy,” Still amusement lingered in his voice; “I don’t need her no more.” The auburn-haired boy glared at him again; “Then where is she?” The other boy didn’t reply and chewed on the small pebble in his mouth, making scraping sounds every few moments.
“Where is she?!” The male shouted, as he placed his fingers firmly on the trigger of the hand gun.
“Take a wild guess.” The mop-head remarked, humor in his iniquity smile. The boy scanned the alley and his eyes fell upon the locked cellar; “Open it.” The other one stood up and turned the padlock until in snapped open; “If you need me I’ll be getting’ lunch at the Chill Box.” He stalked away, leaving the hazel-eyed male alone. He gulped then pulled open the cellar door and quickly spotted the girl. For the first time in over a month he smiled.
“Hey Gen.” He whispered “You alright?” His smile quickly faded as he saw the distant look in her clouded hazel eyes.
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