Thaiidols world : Lakorn - HANGING BY A MOMENT

Note : Dear fan fiction readers: This is the first time I've written a story...I hope you like it! Email me if you have any comments! I'm not going to tell you who the main girl is yet, you have to wait for the next chapter to find out. :)

Chapter 1

Darren, unlike other boys can care less about his
dreary, dark home, his overworn t-shirt and faded
denim jean or the simple fact that he had to lie,
steal, and do anything to feed his pathetic stomach.
But what kept nagging him each and every day of his
ten years, were the cruel way he was treated and had
to endure from the moment his mother gave him birth
til present-day.

He was not handicapped, he was not ugly, and far
from it, he was a charming boy with both the good
looks and personality. Although young as he was, he
had the capability to snag all the the attention from
the young girls, and fight like a grown man. Yet what
he was and what he didn't have blinded others from his
skills and talents. Why he was hated among everyone,
he did not know. The simple yet ridiculous reason was
because he lacked a father, which made him a bastard.
He had a mother, which was no mother at all to him.
She loathed him, and in every way resented the fact
that she gave him birth. Mary, his mother, was a
dreamer. She always dreamt about marrying a rich man
and living in a mansion.

Darren lived a humiliating life as a bastard who
was raised in a whorehouse. There wasn't even a human
being who believed in him. He despised his mother,
and had every reason to. He also hated the man who
after impregnating his mother, ran off and left him.
Every now and then he would wonder why his mother
tolerated such a low life. Yet he could never bring
himself to tell her that.
But one day, when he couldn't take it anymore,
and he had to have an answer, he went to his mother's
room and stood rigidly in front of the door. He
thought over and over in his head thousands of times,
so he figured he'd get it memorized by now.
"Momma," he called, waiting until she turned her
back.
"You bastard, how many times did I tell you not
to come in my room like that!" she huffed. She always
managed to get that hateful look on her face everytime she sees him.
"I know momma, I just wanted a word with you,
that's all," he replied. Without giving her a chance
to speak, he asked, "can we move out of this place?"
That was it, a simple question he was so afraid to ask.
Mary's dark brown eyes darkened and she took a
step forward," Move out of here? Where might you think
we could go, huh?" she stammered, then said, "you
think I want to live like this? But a woman like me
can't get a better life! I am known and recognized as
a whore, a tramp. I've slept with nearly the entire
city, do you think I can start a new life? Ha!" she
sneered. "Even if we moved, I'm a woman with no
knowledge about anything that can earn us money
besides bedding a man!"

"Momma you're selfish! Why can't you admit you
love the way the way you are? You don't want to change
for anybody! Everybody else has a mother who at least
love them, even a damn son of a whore! " As he
finished, he felt a sharp slap across his right cheek,
slightly turning it to one side. He brought his hands
to his burning cheek.

"How dare you talk to me that way! I suffered my
whole life because of your damn father! You're lucky
enough I didn't throw you on the streets!"
Darren took a step back, tears flowing down his
soft, lightly tanned, dirt-streaked cheeks. That was
the only time he would allow himself to cry.
"You are a weakling! Without me you wouldn't even
live up till this day! You're just like your father,
weak and pathetic and I'm glad he's dead! You think I
brought you shame? You ungrateful-"
"No momma!" he shouted. "No, you're wrong!" He
will show his momma that he'd live a better life
without her. Darren stormed out of the small quarters
in the slums and into an alley. Already having a
small pack in his hands that he prepared the night
before, he left his mother's world. He did not know
where to go, all he knew was the simple fact that he
need to get out of there, and for good.

Drenched in the rain, Darren found a shelter
under a tree, although it didn't keep him completely
dry, it will suffice. There were no place to go, no
one to turn to, and most importantly, he had no money
with him. As he was drifting off to sleep, he heard
his mother's voice faintly whispering, you are a
weakling! You're just like your father, weak and
pathetic! He seem to hear that phrase every time he
was at a loss, or was about to give up. He took the
words as an encouragement, and it brought back his
surviving spirits. He is a strong boy, you can just
tell by looking at his pitch black eyes, the eyes of
satan. Everywhere he went, he was feared, and no
matter how hard he tried to be accepted, he would only
get pushed out. He was used to those treatments, so
he figured, he would find a nice quiet place where he
can just live, he supposed. But right now, he will
remain under the tree and hide from the cops, they
would likely to be the first to spot him and put him
in an orphan home, and that's the last place he wants
to be. Unfortunately, he was discovered, but by a man
who very much resembled him.

..........TO BE CONTINUED ....

Next --- > Chapter 2


' HANGING BY A MOMENT ' Chapter 1		Story by : Lovefia