Problematic

Prologue

Blair Gray's POV

Running. That's all I ever do; run from my problems. No one is there to love me. "Why can't I stop?", I ask myself on a daily basis. I never get an answer though. Didn't really expect one.

I'm now 20 years old and all I have to show for those years are the scars on my back and the memories that never seem to fade. My family was killed in a bombing 9 years ago. In the past 9 years, I have been through a lot.

Beaten, starved, and more that I can never bring myself to talk about. For 5 years I went through that in my foster homes. But eventually, I got smart and ran from the foster system. I ran and ran and ran until I couldn't breathe. I have been living on the street ever since. In order for me to survive I did something I'm not proud of, but in some cases, there is no other way. You know those times when you think back of your past and you think "Why couldn't it have gone another way? Why me?".

Then you realize that those hardships have made you stronger, fiercer, and more determined to live a better life. That when you're on your last strand of hope you just need to push a little further to come out better than before. I wasn't living the best life, but it was a life nonetheless.

Chapter One

I stand on the corner of the alley I sleep in. Thinking about how I was gonna be able to eat today. Staring at the bakery one block to my right I got an idea.

All I had to do was ask the kind old lady who shopped there every day to spare some bread. So I waited for her to open the door, decorated in little hearts for Valentine's day coming up, that lead in and out of the bakery. At last, she appeared in my line of sight.

'Time to turn on the charm' I think.

As I walk up to her I begin to feel guilty about taking food from an elderly lady, but I remind myself that I have to do this to survive.

"Ma'am?", I ask as I tap the women on the shoulder. She turns and looks up at me. Now that I'm close up she looks younger than I first thought. She couldn't have been older than 50.

"Yes? Do I know you?", she responds with a hint of confusion in her voice.

I take a deep breath and answer her. "No you don't know me, but I was wondering if you could share some....", but before I can finish she interrupts me. "Sweetie, I would love to give you something to eat, but this is all I can afford and I have a family to feed. I hope you understand.". She gives me a weary smile.

I nod in understanding. I turn and begin to walk away when I realize I still have nothing to eat. With a sigh, I turn back to the bakery. I look around to see if there might be anyone willing to spare some food. As I look toward the street I see the lady from before crossing the street. Her feet almost drag on the ground; she looks so exhausted. Fighting with myself over helping her I realize it's the right thing to do and move to help.

Before I can even take a step I hear the screech of tires. Looking to my left I see a black Mercedes come flying down the street. Right at the lady.

'Shit'.

I know I had to do something. The women had a family, people who love her. I have to do something.

I break into a sprint and just as I reach her I here the car try and hit its breaks, but I know it's too late. I jump in the air dragging the lady with me as the car skids past.