Chapter One
I drove south from Seattle down Interstate 5, jamming to my girl Kesha and singing at the top of my lungs. My new VW purred under my ass as I flowed down the pavement. I felt relieved and grateful. Driving was way better than taking the bus or hitchhiking.
I had to give it up to Julia. She sure did save my ass on this one. Handing over a new car, a crap load of clothes, and a gold card would make my road trip a hell of a lot more comfortable. My back seat was full shopping bags, stuffed with new clothes and shoes.
I flipped my died black hair over my shoulder and rubbed my tongue over my lip ring, making it twirl inside my lip. I liked the feeling of it moving through my flesh.
The rain picked up s outh of Tacoma. The highway was boring farmland dotted with Douglas Fur trees. I knew they were Douglas Furs because my daddy used to take me fishing with him before he died. He taught me a lot of stuff, like the names of trees and how to gut a fish.
That was before my mom married that douchebag Kevin who liked to sneak into my bedroom at night. Fucking cocksucker. If I’d let him, the ass hole would have popped my cherry when I was fourteen while stinking of rum and cigarettes. I didn’t though. I let some other boy do that.
T he last time I saw Kevin, I cracked his nads pretty good. I had to cut out of there fast after that. It was going to be a dirty old dick inside me or a fist in the face.
I knew my mom wasn’t going to leave the bastard. She had her own problems— as in, drinking problems. And she counted on him for rent and food and booze money.
Whatever, my mom was a bitch. I think she knew about Kevin’s nocturnal visits and didn ’t do a damn thing about it.
After I left, I spent some time with my friend Sun in a ratty house in South Seattle. She got me into my first strip club to dance on Amateur Night. They were pretty lax about checking ID’s that day, but wouldn’t hire me until after my birthday. I moved up north into a shared house in the city with a few college kids, a musician, and a middle aged dude who still worked at a coffee shop. I guess he was a writer or something dumb like that.
It was all going pretty good until sex witch Julia showed up with her sexy pirate boyfriend. He was Russian or something and looked just like Johnny Depp to me. God. I didn’t mind that they put a spell on me because I would have fucked them anyway. That’s when things started to go bat shit crazy.
The morning after Julia and Alexi did their sex magic thing on me, I turned into a bird. An honest to God bird. A raven. I was scared as hell for days. Then this weird dude showe d up and followed me everywhere— I mean everywhere. The club, the bathroom, you name it. I was like, “Get the Hell away from me.” But he just kept telling me I summoned him .
After that , I lost my job and my house and everything. I was living on the streets. My mind started to crack, and I wasn’t sure if I was still alive or not. I thought maybe I was dead or dreaming. Sometimes I figured I was on a bad acid trip that wouldn’t end. When you turn into a bird and then start getting stalked by a guy who blinks in at any moment, it can stress you out.
I had to learn how to control the bird thing fast because it could happen at any moment. I would suddenly shift and end up breaking shit and blacking out. Those nights on the street taught me a lot, and I figured out how to manipulate my shapeshifting. It was a damn good thing too because it was the middle of December.
I learned to fly up into the warm spaces in buildings and sleep there at night. I pecked at scraps from the ground to keep my stomach full. It’s not so gross when you’re an animal. I survived it. But that dude, his name is Balthazar, kept showing up and freaking me out. That’s when I went to Julia for help.
I didn ’t expect she’d help me so much— giving me a car and clothes and a credit card. I guess she felt kind of responsible since she did
I drove south from Seattle down Interstate 5, jamming to my girl Kesha and singing at the top of my lungs. My new VW purred under my ass as I flowed down the pavement. I felt relieved and grateful. Driving was way better than taking the bus or hitchhiking.
I had to give it up to Julia. She sure did save my ass on this one. Handing over a new car, a crap load of clothes, and a gold card would make my road trip a hell of a lot more comfortable. My back seat was full shopping bags, stuffed with new clothes and shoes.
I flipped my died black hair over my shoulder and rubbed my tongue over my lip ring, making it twirl inside my lip. I liked the feeling of it moving through my flesh.
The rain picked up s outh of Tacoma. The highway was boring farmland dotted with Douglas Fur trees. I knew they were Douglas Furs because my daddy used to take me fishing with him before he died. He taught me a lot of stuff, like the names of trees and how to gut a fish.
That was before my mom married that douchebag Kevin who liked to sneak into my bedroom at night. Fucking cocksucker. If I’d let him, the ass hole would have popped my cherry when I was fourteen while stinking of rum and cigarettes. I didn’t though. I let some other boy do that.
T he last time I saw Kevin, I cracked his nads pretty good. I had to cut out of there fast after that. It was going to be a dirty old dick inside me or a fist in the face.
I knew my mom wasn’t going to leave the bastard. She had her own problems— as in, drinking problems. And she counted on him for rent and food and booze money.
Whatever, my mom was a bitch. I think she knew about Kevin’s nocturnal visits and didn ’t do a damn thing about it.
After I left, I spent some time with my friend Sun in a ratty house in South Seattle. She got me into my first strip club to dance on Amateur Night. They were pretty lax about checking ID’s that day, but wouldn’t hire me until after my birthday. I moved up north into a shared house in the city with a few college kids, a musician, and a middle aged dude who still worked at a coffee shop. I guess he was a writer or something dumb like that.
It was all going pretty good until sex witch Julia showed up with her sexy pirate boyfriend. He was Russian or something and looked just like Johnny Depp to me. God. I didn’t mind that they put a spell on me because I would have fucked them anyway. That’s when things started to go bat shit crazy.
The morning after Julia and Alexi did their sex magic thing on me, I turned into a bird. An honest to God bird. A raven. I was scared as hell for days. Then this weird dude showe d up and followed me everywhere— I mean everywhere. The club, the bathroom, you name it. I was like, “Get the Hell away from me.” But he just kept telling me I summoned him .
After that , I lost my job and my house and everything. I was living on the streets. My mind started to crack, and I wasn’t sure if I was still alive or not. I thought maybe I was dead or dreaming. Sometimes I figured I was on a bad acid trip that wouldn’t end. When you turn into a bird and then start getting stalked by a guy who blinks in at any moment, it can stress you out.
I had to learn how to control the bird thing fast because it could happen at any moment. I would suddenly shift and end up breaking shit and blacking out. Those nights on the street taught me a lot, and I figured out how to manipulate my shapeshifting. It was a damn good thing too because it was the middle of December.
I learned to fly up into the warm spaces in buildings and sleep there at night. I pecked at scraps from the ground to keep my stomach full. It’s not so gross when you’re an animal. I survived it. But that dude, his name is Balthazar, kept showing up and freaking me out. That’s when I went to Julia for help.
I didn ’t expect she’d help me so much— giving me a car and clothes and a credit card. I guess she felt kind of responsible since she did
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