Within the last couple of weeks her life had gone to shit. She had gone home after staying late at school, using the gymnasium for some tumbling and gymnastics. She arrived at the dump that passed as her home. The nickname suited the two-story home that at one time in the not so distant past was a crack house. The old building had not been updated or improved to her knowledge since the family had move in.
Walking into the home, everything was as it should be; both her parents were beyond drunk. Her father was passed out drunk in front of the TV, her mother looked up at her as she crossed the living room, the TV show forgotten.
�Where have you been?�
Her mother�s voice was cold, harsh, and slurred. Century stuck to the normal pattern and ignored the older women, making her way up the stairs, towards her room. Century was surprised when she heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs behind her. Quickening her stride Century went into her room and shut the lockless door, hoping that her mother was just going to her own room. She was disappointed when her bedroom door was shoved open and her mother stood in the doorway; the doorknob leaving an equally sized hole in her wall where it went thru it.
�What your to good to answer my question?�
Century, now feeling threatened by her mother�s presence; she turned to face the other women. Mrs. Winter was no small women, standing 5�9�, and outweighing Century by at last 70 to 100lbs with her heavy build; more fat than muscle
Century�s mother had backed her into somewhat of a corner against her dresser as her mother demanded to know where she had been.
�What were you doing? Going out doing drugs most likely, or have you been jumping into the bed of everyone in town? I see what you look like every time you come home late; sweaty, hair all messed up. You probably do it with anyone who has a dam dick. Nothing but a fucking slut.�
The last accusation made Century�s hand clench in anger. Sure she was interested in�doing it�but she had yet to have the opportunity to experience it, that and like her all of her friends, the few she had, were like her, interested in men.
Not wanting to waste the opportunity Century grabbed her back pack and a couple of other easy to reach things and ran out of the house, not even bothering to see if her father was still passed out on the couch, knowing he would be.
Century didn�t know where she was going to go. The only person who was close enough to walk to was Todd who lived in a worse nationhood than her. Todd lived in an apartment on the 5th floor, which provided a pretty good view of the better side of town in the distance. She had been over once when they had first met. She hadn�t been back since.
Century figured Todd wouldn�t be home having a night job. But she didn�t mind waiting out in the hall if she had to. She was in luck as she approached the front door. She spotted Todd heading into the building. Century hoped he wouldn�t be mad at her for dropping by. The building had no working elevator and Century caught Todd on the third flight of stairs and he led her to his apartment; one bedroom, a living room, kitchen, and one bathroom. Once the two were inside Todd�s apartment, Century got a better look at Todd. His hair was still in place, spiked and his outfit was unwrinkled. He wore a tight fish net shirt and tight solid pants, cloths that showed off his well trimmed abs and tanned skin. Century figured he must have had a slow night.
Todd finished putting his stuff away and cleaning up any things that one wouldn�t want company to see. Going to the kitchen he poured a couple glasses of juice and handed a glass to Century, who held it in her hands, but didn�t drink any of it.
�Cen-babe, What�s wrong?�
That was all it took�one question and Century
broke down in tears.