My Youth Began With Him Novels & Stories

If he had known, I would have been beaten severely. When I was fourteen, I started to develop, and by the time I was fifteen, I had matured quite nicely. My breasts were larger than most of the girls my age, and I had a little bottom, and long legs. By the time I was sixteen, I realized that boys were looking at me differently, but there was one boy in particular that I found an interest in. He was the son of a neighbor and very handsome. I don’t know if he was aware of how many girls around town were looking at him. For privacy reasons, let’s just call him Buddy. He was shy and slightly withdrawn, but because he lived on a farm and had many chores, he was well developed for a boy of sevente

I replied softly. Giving an understanding nod, "Well, take your time. You have a lifetime now to know me. This is just the beginning" he added with a faint smile. "Just the beginning" I mumbled back. But am I even ready for it?

he says. We ate and he asked if we should go on a walk in the compound which I agreed to. We take a walk and discuss our childhood. “ Tell me about your childhood? I asked. “ My childhood is cool, my both parents are mafia , I am used to seeing guns. My first shooting was when I was eighteen and it seems fun. “ You shoot for a living? I asked and he took a glance at me as we walked and smiled. “ I don’t shoot for a living, I inherited a drug farm from my dad and that is what I do” he said.

My adventure and my new born life had just begun! -End of the chapter-

Silence stretched for a second before he went on. “That’s when life really started,” he said, his tone rougher now. “I slept on the streets. In the cold. Some nights with nothing to eat.” Lucy’s hand moved to his chest, rubbing gently, trying to ease something that had been broken long before she knew him. “I tried to find work,” he added, “but no one wants to hire a teenage boy with a record.” He took a slow breath. Lucy didn’t stop him. She needed to hear it.

I made an endless list. Zayn chuckles " I know what you mean to ask ". "Why am I into this line of business right ?" I nodded . Well things had not always been easy for , I had to grow up this way on my own mostly. I grew up on the streets , never knew my parents . At a time I didn't care who they were hut most times I cussed them in my mind . "Do you know how hard it was?" He looks at me asking. I had a gang when I was fifteen got my first gun at sixteen and at eighteen I...

“You’re trouble, butterfly.” “Says the guy who ran a syndicate,” I shot back, grinning. He laughed, the sound rich and free, and pulled me closer until our foreheads touched. “You know, I fell in love with you at seventeen when I first saw you,” he said, his voice dropping low, intimate. “You were only fourteen then, all sharp edges and fire, trying so hard to hide who you were. I knew then—knew you were gonna be trouble for me.”

He held my hand as we began to walk "so, how did you find this place?" I asked curiously "It was just random... I discovered this place when I was 16. I was fed up with my abusive father and decided to take a long drive and I ended up here. Since then, I made this place my sanctuary"... "now I get to share this place with you" he added "You've never taken anyone here?" "Never. you're the first" he response gave me a knot feeling in my stomach. I gave him a warm smile which he returned. this was the first time I had seen a genuine smile on his face, he looked more handsome when he smiled.

I walked toward him and sat on the bed beside him. “I was living my life in hell until I found my hope of life when my eyes landed on you. Except for my daughter, you were the first girl who was interested in learning how to fight.”, He said with a smile. “At first, I thought you would soon quit, but you didn’t. I always used to have the same feeling of someone watching on me whenever I used to train, and somehow, I knew that you would come near me, considering your age because I generally train kids, if your urge to learn, everything won’t stop.” “But you were too hard on me.”, I reminded him.

What made him think he could pull it, and why in the hell was I so inquisitive about it? He is a handsome 20-year-old street kid. Born, taught, and raised on the south side of Chicago streets. He was practically homeless, a bit lost, yet he has an abundance of talent which drove me to take him on. I was pretty much taking a cut out of my check to help keep him housed and off the streets. For some reason I believed in this kid.