Huck

He was always a little rough around the edges, but that was sort of what you liked about him. The bad boy who seemed to care only for himself. Somehow you found each other, in a sea of heartache and pain, you were there for each other...until you weren’t. . . . He grew up without a mum and a dad who he quickly learned was never reallyhis dad. He dropped out of school at 15, lived in the garage of his alcoholic 'dad's' house. A sofa bed, mini fridge, big back tv and a guitar. There was no deniying he was a bit of a slob in his way's, no amount of twlling could change that. Smelly socks and empty beer cans just seemed like part of his decor choice. . . . You were only a year younger than him with no one yoyrself. stuck in a broken home, a mother that was roo busy for you and a father who saw you as the reason she left, it was never you though. The night you last saw him you were locked in your room silently praying hed come, hed apear like your knight in shinning leather and black boots. He never did though, why? You never knew. Your dad had sold you off and you were awaiting your new future, you never even fully understood what was happening back then but now you stood in the little church yard alongside your brother as the casket was lowered there he stood a little ways to the back of the crowd, black suit and tie and a solem look , like he never changed