The Heartbreaker Knows How to Love

CHAPTER 1 How many girls can he sleep with until he's satisfied? How many hearts can he break to satisfy himself? Countless. Limitless. Endless. A guy like Kaden Parker is heartless, cruel, and cold. Of course, those are only words I've heard from girls whose hearts he used, broke, and tossed away. I, for one, will never fall into his rabbit hole and I've made it my mission to avoid him at all cost. So after school when he gaze and smirked at me in the hallway, I lower my gaze and look away So after school when he gaze and smirked at me in the hallway, I lower my gaze and look away. He's the true definition of a heartbreaker. While gazing at me, he's flirting with another girl. I notice his hands slowly making his way around her waist and to her ass. My speed quicken and I marched through the hallway and out the double doors. Nothing brightens my day more than getting the hell out of this hellhole call Montrose Academy. Everyone here acts so high and almighty. They're all spoiled brats raised with a silver spoon. I hate this school and everyone in it. The fact that you have to pay to get into this school is beyond me. Everything is overpriced here: their lunch, parking spot, textbooks. With the life I have, I cannot even afford it. The only reason I came here is because I got a full ride to this school. According to what I heard on the news and gossips around the school, there was a suicide three years ago. The news made international and it was on every TV channels. It didn't help with the fact that it was ranked #5 on the best and most challenging private school in the nation. After that accident, they had to do something. So they decided to give full ride scholarships to low income students. Lucky for me, I finished 8th grade as the top student of my whole class. I went to a public high school for a year until they choose me to be their charity case. When an opportunity like this comes knocking at your door, of course, your number one choice is to accept it. And that's exactly what I did. Imagine the numbers of university that would accept me. Three years later, I'm a senior with only 3 months left to go until I get the heck out of this hellhole and this town. I've walked these streets my whole life. Seemed every corner of this town; the good, the bad, the ugly. But it never gets old. You see something new every day. As I'm walking home on my everyday route, I see a few police cars parked outside of a gas station across the street. Wonder what happened there. Like I said, you see something new everyday. I didn't want to butt in on the police's business so I continue on my way home. I've been walking everywhere my whole life so I've come to learn to walk pretty fast as if I'm speed walking. It only takes me about a good 20 minutes to get home. Keep in mind that my house is across town from Montrose Academy, the rich side of town. My speed slows down once I'm only a few blocks away from my house. I hate this side of the town most. This part of town is the ugly part. Houses here are worn off and torn. It's like an earthquake took place here. There's bound to be trash here and there at every corner of the streets. I look at the front yard of my house and see a body lying face downward on the dead yellow grass. My mouth drop. My eyes widen. I race to the yard and drop to my knees next to the familiar body. "Dad." I grab his shoulder and turn him over, revealing a bloody bruised face I don't recognize. I shake him, hoping he'll wake up. He slowly open his eyes and squint. "Casey..." he let out a hoarse whisper. I look around my surrounding for help but no one is in sight. Everything is dead and silent. This side of town is the most vulnerable to everything and anything. Gang fights, crime, death. That's why people who live here are always careful and in hiding. Even if I call out for help, no one will come. I don't even have a phone much less own one to call the police. I gulp and use all my strength to pick him off the grass and wrap his arm over my shoulder. I drag him inside the house and drop him along with my backpack on the dirty stained carpet of the living room. I rush to the kitchen, open the cabinet, and tiptoe to grab the small box of Band-Aids. I don't know whether these will help or not because the bruises are bigger than the size of the bandage but it's all we've got. I stomp around the kitchen, opening every drawers and cabinet, looking for the bottle of alcohol. I let out a sigh of relief when I finally found it in the pantry. I rip off a few pieces of napkins and run back to the living room where dad is lying on the floor, lifeless. I drop the box of Band-Aids, bottle of alcohol, and napkins to the floor. I grab dad's shoulders and pick his upper body up to lean on the sofa. Next, I grab the bottle of alcohol and open it. I pour a small drop of the alcohol into the napkin and wipe off the blood and dirt off his face. He wince and groan at the pain, causing me to cringe and wince as if I can feel his pain too. After that, I open the box of Band-Aids and dump the whole thing on the floor. I grab a few bandages and put it on the cuts on his forehead and cheek. An exhausting sigh escapes my mouth. I slouch in my spot and look at the state he's in. Cuts and bruises all over his face. His eyes is shut tight. His body leaning on the sofa as his chest rises up and down to match his breathing. Through the cuts and bruises, I can see his beard growing out. His hair is getting longer. Its ruffled up and messy. "Why are you always looking for trouble? Why can't you stop drinking and gambling? Why can't you just-" my eye begin to tear up, "stop and be my dad?" Its useless. He doesn't even hear me much less care about me. I wipe away the tears threatening to fall with the back of my hand and get up from the floor. I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge for something to eat. My mouth turn into a frown at the sight of an empty fridge. There's nothing in here at all except for a rotten apple, expired cheese, and a half empty bottle of cheap beer. I walk back to the living room and glance at Dad still unconscious on the floor. I pick up my backpack and open the small pocket, taking out my small pink wallet. I open my wallet. There's only a folded up $20 bill in it and a few coins. I take out the $20 and put the wallet back in my backpack and drop my backpack on the floor. I can buy two McChicken to eat. There's a McDonald 10 minutes away. I walk out of the house and lock the door behind me. CHAPTER 2 Those McChickens were good. With a full stomach, I'm happy and walking home with a smile on my face. The sound of a branch breaking makes me pause in my track. I look around to see where the noise came from but there's no one in sight causing my eyebrows to furrow in confusion. I continue walking and I can't shake the feeling that someone is following me. Feeling scared and nervous, I speed up my pace and try to lose them by quickly turning around the corner but the loud sound of a car engine makes me stop. I turn around to see a car speeding to the side of the street beside me with a confused stare. What's going on? I suddenly feel a strong grip on my arms. I turn my face behind me to see a muscular guy holding tightly onto me. The sound of the car door opening distracts me. "What are you-" he quickly force me into the car and get in to sit next to me. The door closes and the car speed away. "What the hell!" I scream out. "Quiet!" The muscular guy from the passenger seat order. "Scream all you want. No one's going to hear you." I keep quiet, afraid that he'll do something to me if I don't. What the hell do they want with me? Oh god, I don't want to die. I sit in silence, dreading what's to come. After about 10 minutes, they enter into a dark alleyway and stop the car right next to a door on the wall. The scary guy next to me gets out and grab my arm to drag me out of the car against my will. "Let me go!" I scream at him but he just ignores me and drag me inside the building. Once inside, I can hear the faint background music. The lights are quite dim. The awful smell of alcohol and smoke fills my nostril as much as I resist it. If I'm not wrong, this is a nightclub. They drag me through the dim hallway and up the stairs through a door that leads to what looks like an office. The guy lets go of me once we're in the room. In front of me is a desk filled with paperwork, binders, and a laptop in the middle. The chair is facing the other way which makes me wonder if there's someone sitting in it. I look around me and notice that there's two bodyguards guarding the door. On my right is a pretty big window that you could see everything that's happening downstairs. My guess about this place being a nightclub is correct once I see, through the window, a bunch of people rubbing their bodies against each other on the dance floor and people sitting on the bar stool at the corner drinking and cheering. "Hello, Casey Smith." The chair behind the desk spins around and I find myself looking at a familiar face. His icy blue eyes stare at me with amusement. I've seen him around our neighborhood before. I've always wondered why a man like him, wearing $500 suits, was wandering around in our neighborhood for. He's muscular and intimidating as if no one could mess with him. But as much as he is intimidating, he's handsome which makes him even more dangerous. "Who are you?" I asks with curiosity. How does he even know my name? He smiles at my question which makes him less intimidating to me now. "I'm Caspian Morgan." "What do you want with me? Don't you know k********g is illegal?" I snap at him, fighting back. He scoff at my reaction and smirk, "I like a girl who's feisty." He gets up from his seat and walk around his desk. "Your dad owes me $10,000 and hasn't been paying up. I've already given him a few months and he's running out of time." He lean back on his desk and face me with determination twinkling in his eyes. "So? What does that have to do with me?" I asks, trying to keep up my tough persona. I kept telling Dad to stop gambling and borrowing money from dangerous people but he just won't listen. Now he has brought trouble to me. "You see, when the borrower doesn't pay up before the deadline, I have to get it from someone close to them through any means necessary," He emphasis the last part so I get it through my brain, "...even if I have to order my men to do dirty work for me." I stay silent, afraid that he'll kill me if I say another word. What has Dad gotten me into? Caspian stands up straight in front of me. "Since I like you, I'll make you an offer: pay me back everything in two weeks or you'll never see your dad again." My eyes widen at his threat. "Two weeks? That's not enough time. How am I supposed to get that much money in two weeks?" "I'll see you in two weeks, Casey Smith." He smiles devilishly at me before walking back to his chair. The bodyguards walk to me and grab my arm. "Please give me more time," I beg. They force me out of the chair and drag me out of the office. They drag me through the hall and toss me out the same door I came through in the alleyway then they lock the door on me.