Destiny's Choice

I run to my room and plop down on my bed just like every other day. ‘Thank the lord it's Friday' is the only thing running through my mind (my character like Fridays as do I ;) ) besides my boyfriend. My only reason for living.... Heath Luck. Heath is the only good thing in my life.

My dad died when I was eight; I was his little girl. His death sent my mom into a nervous breakdown. Now she is a dru nk, and (the few nights she is home)she abuses me. She hits me and says that every bad thing in her life is my fault. Bruises and scares are my only connection to my mother.

The sound of my phone ringing never fails to wake me up, especially when I hear Heath's ring tone.
H; Hey baby
D:Hey Honey
H: Wazzup
D: Tryin' to find my pocketknife
H:Well ur not gonna find it
D: ???????
H: Cause I have it
D: WHAT WHY WHERE R U
H: Cause I don't want you cuttin'. I'm @ the after party. Come and get it :)
D: U no my mom will kill me
H: So don't come ;)
Just As I'm about to text yell at him my mom calls
D: Hello?
M: "Hey Dessssstiny" she slurred. Dr unk much? "I won't be home till Monday. See ya."
YESSS!!!!! I mentally screamed
Time to text Heath
D: Change of plans honey. I'm commin 2 da party, but only 4 a lil'bit
H:YES! C U there
Yaaaaa. U scream as I run for my 75' red international scout( truck and a jeep), and go to the party.
I'm finally here. I immediately see Heath. It's not really hard to see a person chug ging b eer with everyone around him yelling "CHUG!CHUG!CHUG" After about one minute of seeing this I'm bored, so I walk over and pull Heath away. "Sorry boys he’ll have to finish later." Finally, we are away from the crowd, and I hold out my hand for my blade. ""What?" he asks like the high drunk idiot he is.
" My blade. Where is it?"
"Oh you me this?" he asks pulling it out of his pocket slyly. "You're gonna have to earn it" he tells me with a smirk.
Ready to get this over with I push him against the wall, and we start to ma ke out. I have one arm in his hair, and the other around his neck, and he has both around my waist. I pull my hand out of his hair, run it down his arm, pull my knife outta his hand, and turn around. "Come-on Destiny. There's an open room." Heath tells me with a wink trying to be charming. "NO! I told you I'm not ready. I'm sorry if this is the kinda things you did with Zoey, but I'm not her. I shout and walk out of the party.
He catches my wrist and pulls me towards him "Come-on babe..."
"No Heath you come-on. Again, you've taken your focus away from college football and gone to getting high and drinking. It's over. We're through. Good bye Heath." I say barely above a whisper and with that, I made my grand exit.
I know that the Zoey thing is a hit below the belt, but he deserves it. Obviously she's the reason he stops drinking, maybe they should just get back together.

I'm half way to my car when I fall down and cried out in pain. Suddenly a tracker appears and recites the ancient verse, and disappears into the night. "Baillie!" Heath screams and stumbles over to me. Still curled up into a tight fetus position, Heath finally reaches me and sobs "Oh no! Not again!"

After the pain dulled by like a millimeter, I say something. "Heath help me get to my Scout. I'll be fine from there."
"Ah heck you will. I'll drive you to the HoN."
"Heath you can't. you're drunk and high, and I don't wanna kill anyone."
"Yeah and you can't even see to get to your truck, plus you're still doubled over in pain and you're standing up." he points out. "I think I'll take our chances." he says without slurring; which is good enough for me.
" Fine, but if there is so much as a scratch on it I'm gonnna kill you." he just laughs as he helps me into the passenger’s side.

Half way to the HoN, and I start to get a little tired of Heath. "Are you okay?" he asks for the nine millionth time. "Yes, I'm fine. Just keep your eyes on the road." Oddly enough, as soon as I said that we ran a red light, and a car came heading straight for the side I was sitting on..

A few moments later, the only sound I can here is the sound of an ambulance. My door swings open, and I am hauled onto a stretcher. "You have to get her to the House of Night!" Heath screeches as I am pulled into the ambulance. One of the EMT's moves the hair out of my face and says. "Woah guys. We need to get her to the vampyres stat." Moments later, I black out and am swallowed into the black abyss of unconsciousness

The only noise audible at the moment is the sound of footsteps; it sounds like somebody is pacing. I tryed ignoring the sound, but it won't work s I settle for sitting up. At the foot of my bed is a short beautiful blond woman, with an athletic build. "Baillie?" she says like a question. "How's my truck?"
She laughs like it's funny, but that thing is my baby.
"Your Scout is fine. How are you felling?"
"I'm fine" I say reaching to the back of my neck. "But my head hurts like neck."
"I bet it does." she replies." You should consider yourself lucky. Heath is fine, just a fractured wrist."
"That's god." I say looking sad. It's my fault we even got into that accident anyway.
"By the way. My name is Lenobia. I'm the stables master, and your mentor."
"Cool" I say lamely
"Destiny. What happened to your mark?"
"What do you mean?" I ask. Lenobia handed me a mirror. "Oh my." I gas as I see my reflection. My mark had been filled in red, which accentuated to red flecks in my brown eyes, and making my pale freckly skin seem less stand outtish. Lastly, they highlighted my natural red highlights in my rich dark brown hair.
"It looks beautiful."
"Yes it does." she told be acting as if she were unsure how to proceed. "I suppose you'd like to go to your room?"
"Yes please." I say trying not to sound too eager. In my mind, this place is my salvation. My life at home sucks. The only problem is I've forgotten how to let people in.

TBC. Gotta get up early. COMMENT. Hope ya like