Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2008 07:05:37 -0700
From: Rory Lachlan <tearsdry66@gmail.com>
Subject: October Skye 1

A/N -- Hello everyone and thank you  so much for taking the time to read
October S k y e, this is one of those stories that you get in your head and
you want to put it out on paper so bad but have absolutely no idea how to
start it. - Oh yeah, i so went though that with this one here. It was the
biggest pain in necks -.- Anyways, here it is Chapter one. After 3 months of
being stuck in my head.

Disclaminer : All characters in this story belong to me as well as the
anything in this story. mine mine mine -sticks tongue out-

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October S k y e


Chapter One

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Click...

That was the last sound he heard before the lights went out, making his room
almost pitch black. *'Fuck'* Skye thought to himself as he glanced up for
his open economics book which was propped up on a pillow on his bed. He
rolled his eyes annoyed as he got up off his bed and walked over to the
light switched, flicking it on and off a few times -- nothing. Great, the
power was out *again*. Letting out a heavy sigh he opened his door and
stepped into the equally dark hallway. It only took a few minutes for his
eyes to adjust to the dark as he managed to find and open the hallway
cabinet to find some candles. He lit three, putting one in the bathroom and
the other two in his room so he could finish his homework. Skye sat back
down on his bed and finished writing the sentence he had been before the
lights went out, something about the FDIC and how they kick in to save banks
before they go under -- something he really wasn't interested in.

He glanced over his shoulder and looked out at the apartments nearby, a
bright yellow light burned through the closed blinds of the neighbor's
kitchen which only meant one thing, that they had power. He rolled his eyes
again because he knew that if his neighbors had power and he didn't then
that only meant one thing -- his alcoholic foster mother, Jane had more than
likely spent the power bill money on her alcohol or gave it to her low-life
boyfriend for his weed. Either way, it pissed him off. He shivered slightly
-- not from being cold but from being angry. When he finished his homework,
he placed the paper inside the book and put it all in his backpack beside
his bed. Skye took in a deep breath and took the candle off of his bedside
dresser and held it close to his face, watching as the flame danced
magically on the candle's wick, illuminating his face. He closed his eyes
and felt the warmth of the flame against his face and on his hands. He let
his mind wonder, he wished he could turn back time -- go back three years ago
when his parents were still around and fix things. Maybe if he hadn't gotten
sick that night his parent's would still be alive.

He opened his eyes to the sound of a door screeching open and then the sound
of footsteps. Everyone was probably home now. He placed the candle back on
top of his bedside dresser and leaned back, pressing his back against the
headboard of his bed. A moment later the bedroom door opened and the bright
light from a flashlight penetrated the room, almost blinding him forcing him
to shield his eyes. "The power went out." Said Jake, his older foster
brother said as he walked into the room. *No shit* he thought, rolling his
eyes. "How long has it been out, Skye?"

"'bout twenty-to-thirty minutes." Skye answered as he stretched out his
legs. He shared the room with his two foster brothers, Jake and Aaron. Jake
was the oldest, 19 -- and was a little on the dumb side but unfortunately he
was Jane's biological child, her only child. Aaron was sixteen, a freshman
at Lewis Ryen High and like Skye, a foster child. And then there was Carly --
an eight year old who Jane had been carrying for for the past 4 years,
although caring wouldn't exactly be the correct word. She was the only one
Skye really got along with -- but who knows, that might just be because she
was still a child.

Jane wasn't one of those people who took in foster children to give them a
home. No, she did it for the check she got every month from the government
to *support* them. She had a way of manipulating people, hell even Skye
thought that she seemed sweet and mothering until he really got to know her.
He couldn't wait until he was eighteen and he could leave; get out of that
house and really begin living his life.

"So what you been doing, sitting here in the dark?" Jake asked as he sat
down on his bed which was closest to the door.

Skye sat up straight, he hated when Jake tried to make small talk with him
because he knew Jake could really give a rat's ass about him or how he was
doing. "Pretty much, finished my homework by candle light."

Jake shook his head. "I hate homework, never do it." -- *Oh there's a shocker
there*. A moment later there was another click and light burst throughout
the room, hurting Skye's eyes. He could see Jake now; he was sitting on his
bed, one leg crossed over the other playing with his pocket knife. His dark
brown hair falling over his eyes as he watched the knife twirl in between
his fingers. Jake wasn't exactly "attractive" -- his hair was always oily and
unkept, he has a pretty big sized guy, but aren't most high school bullies?
Especially dumb one's who cant seem to graduate.

Skye brushed a strand of his auburn hair away from his face as the bedroom
door opened and Jane stood there in the hallway leaning against the door
frame to keep her balance, a glass of some sort of alcohol in her hand.
"Well the power is back on; I called 'em and they said that we could pay the
bill at the end of the month." She stuttered slightly.

"Whatever." Skye said quietly under his breath as he reached for a book
beside him and opened it.

Jane starred at him like he had said something to really offend her. "You
should be grateful you're not still in the dark young man." She said downing
her glass before placing it on the dresser. "Hell, you should appreciate the
fact that I give you a place to live and feed you."

Skye rolled his eyes getting even more annoyed with her. "Whatever." He said
again. "I think I know why you really took me in; same reason why you took
in Carly and Aaron -- for money." He wanted to add because she was a greedy
selfish bitch, but choose to bit his tongue on that one.

Jake jumped up on his feet which for someone his size looked like he was
going in slow motion. "How dare you talk to my mother like that!" he
snapped, his fists clenching tightly.

Jane glared angrily at him. "You unthankful prick." She slurred as she took
a drunken step towards him. "If it weren't for me you'd be in some group
home with a family who could careless about you and wouldn't care if you got
the shit beat out of you. You live pretty damn decent here and you have me
to thank for that."

Skye closed the book and placed it back on the bedside table before gazing
up at Jane. Her reddish-brown curls were a big mass of mess all over her
head. "It would be no better than what I have here." He said as he smirked
slightly as Carly poked her head in to see what was going on. Jane looked at
him heatedly -- she couldn't believe that he even dare speak to her like
that.

"Jake, leave for a minute." She said throwing a glance at her son.

"But ma -"

"Just do it." She said cutting him off. He looked at me, then at her before
walking out of the room, dragging Carly with him. When they were out, she
shut the door behind them and pulled a cigarette from her pocket. "I don't
know where you get off thinking you can speak to me like that." She said
taking a lighter from her pocket as well and lighting her cigarette. "Rick
and I have been more than decent to you since you came to live with us, and
I think you owe us at least a little respect for the 10 years we've took you
in." she said calmly.

He watched as she walked slowly over to him, her balance was pretty bad
since she had been drinking so she constantly swayed with every step. Skye
took a deep breath; he was sick of holding in how he felt and sick of how
she treated him -- like some stone that ended up in her shoe that she
couldn't get rid of. "You have done nothing for me. You took me in for the
money you get every fucking month; you don't care about me, or Carly or
Aaron. All you care about is your self and you selfish son and worthless
boyfriend."

Her green eyes drew dark with anger as she moved closer to Skye and slapped
him hard across the face. "Do not ever speak to me like that again, do you
hear me?" he placed his hand against his left cheek and looked up at her.
Never in the 10 years he lived with her had she ever laid a hand on him. "I
took you in when nobody else would, not a single member of your *real *family
cared enough to take you because they didn't want a spoiled selfish child. I
should have left you there at that group home where I found you."

He tried to swallow the large lump in his throat that was beginning to form
trying hard to hold back his tears. He clenched his fists tightly and bit
his lip to keep himself from saying anything else to make her angrier than
she already was. She took a drag from her cigarette, and then blew the smoke
into the air. "Jake! Rick! Come in here and bring a few of those scarves
from the coat closet with you." She shouted. She looked at Skye and smiled
wickedly, "You think we treat you bad? Well you're about to find out how bad
we can really treat you." She said as the bedroom door opened and Jake and
Rick entered. "Tie him to the bed for me." She said stepping out the way.

Skye looked at her shocked but before he could even react he felt Jake's
hands on his ankles. He tried to fight back, kicking his legs to free them
from his foster father's and Jake's grip but a hard blow to the stomach from
Jake made him stop fighting back. He took in a deep breath as they finished
tying his arms and legs to the bed; he was tied up so tight that if he
struggled at all, the knots of the scarves would tighten even more. Jane
nodded her head at her son and boyfriend as a signal that she no longer
needed them, they obediently left the room, closing the door behind them.
She walked over to the bed and sat down beside him, gently caressing the
auburn colored hair.

"It's really sad that you have to force me to do this." She said softly as
she reached over to untie his right arm. Skye didn't know what to do or say
so instead he just lay there silently. *What have I done?* He thought to
himself and she brushed her fingers soothingly against his forearm as she
placed his arm in her lap. "Now, this might hurt a little bit." She said as
she brought the lit end of her cigarette to burn into his skin. Skye bit his
lip hard to keep himself from screaming as the cigarette burned into his
arm. He twisted his body slightly from the pain as she continued, making a
trail of 6 cigarette burns down his arm. Every time he tried to pull his arm
away from her, she's dig the cigarette even deeper. When she had finished,
she put the cigarette out, untied him and smiled carelessly at him. "Now I
hope this teaches you a lesson to never talk back to me again."

She took the scarves and placed them into her pocket before silently leaving
the room, when the door closed behind her, he rolled over on to his side and
stared at his arm. All the way up his arm were cigarette burns, in a
straight line, a quarter of an inch apart from each other. He touched one of
the burns with his finger and winced at the pain. He couldn't believe what
she had done. Skye sat up slightly and wiped the tears that had begun to
form in his eyes.

A moment later there was a light knock on the door. "W-what do you w-want."
He said trying not to break down. The door opened slowly and Carly walked
in. The eight year old's eyes were red from crying, her blonde pigtails were
messy and she was shaking. "Oh, Carly... Come here baby." He said sitting up
all the way. The little girl walked over to Skye and got on the bed, burring
her head in his chest.

"Did Mama hurt you?" she sobbed.

Skye pulled his sleeves down to cover the burn marks on his arm; he didn't
want Carly to see what she had done to him. "No, Carly. I'm fine." He said
forcing a smile.

Carly looked up at him, her big blue eyes full of tears. "Are you going to
go away?" she asked worriedly.

"Who said I was going away?" Skye answered as he gently pulled the rubber
bands out of her hair and started braiding her long gold locks.

"Mama. She said she was going to call the police and tell them that you were
burning yourself and that you and her got into a fight and you hit her." She
said slowly. "That's not true is it, Skye?"

"No sweetie, it's not." He said caressing her cheek. *Great*, he thought,
she probably was going to call the cops and make up some sob story to get
him arrested for something he didn't even do. "Listen okay?" he said
standing up and emptying out his backpack on the bed, "I have to leave
tonight, I don't know when I'll come back but I promise I will." He said
kissing her gently on the cheek.

Carly looked up at him confused. "But where will you go?" she asked.

He hadn't though about that. Where was he going to go? Eh... who cared as long
as he got out of this house, he could manage somehow. "I don't know, but
I'll come back for you okay?" he whispered softly in case Jane was listening
in on them. "But you can't tell anyone that I'm leaving, otherwise Mama will
be mad."

Carly nodded her head and wrapped her tiny arms around Skye's neck. "Promise
you'll come back?"

"I promise." He said holding Carly in his arms before walking over to his
dresser and pulling out a few changes of clothes.

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