The Bloody Painter

September the 1st 2006. At the beginning of the holiday I was invited to go camping with some friends. I f***ing hate camping, the dirt, the mud and stench of the outside. The fact that there's no aircon, WiFi or internet out there is like willing to put yourself through hell. I had to go just to get away from my parents. They were strict and bloody abusive, they were alcoholics.They drank alcohol like its water, like they needed it to survive, which disgustes me. The house was always filled with the smell of the horrendous accumulated s**t. I quickly grabbed my things and darted to the door, before I could grab the handle of the door. I heard a ''Dom! you little s**t wear do your think your going, huh?". s**t. It was my dad. He had white stringy hair with a big bold spot at the back of his head. It was like a landing zone for flies, he was fat and smelled like vomit, as he crept closer with a bottle of rum in one hand. I really didn't want to listen to his bullshit. So I made a runner to the door. I managed to miss his oddly shaped hands and managed to get out of the door. I ran down the stairs to leave the apartment block. I ran all the way to the bus stop. On the sign it showed that the next bus would come at 7:15. I pulled out my cheap ass phone for it to show the time was 5:10. "s**t!" I yelled. After waiting for a while, a man came up to the bus stop sign and looked up to read it. I couldn't help but stare at him. He was so hot, he had raven-black, shaggy hair, and beautiful plumbed lips. He had chocolate-brown eyes that shimmered gold in the sun and, for some reason, I didn't feel repulsed by him. As he turned around, I noticed he had a scar on his cheek with a black stud in his ear. He gave me this gentle and a calm vibe, but there was something else. I couldn't put my finger on it. " Umm hello can I help you" he said.I quickly replied with a "Sorry??" he answered with a "you have been staring at me the whole time, do you need anything?". I quickly thought of something that wouldn't make me sound weird ''uhh no I'm sorry I just couldn't help, but I think your eyes are stunning". He stopped and stared at me for a while. I thought I had said something wrong, but its true his eyes are so pretty the way they shinned a gold colour under the sun light it was breath taking. But something was wrong. He looked shocked at what I said. He then replied with "I thought you were going to ask about my scar like everyone else does." " Why would I ask something that seems personal to you?" he stopped again. He looked surprised, as if my words were foreign to him, to which he suddenly shook his head. "I'm sorry, where are my manners? My name is Bennett D'Cromwell Dawson." WAIT, BENNETT D'CROMWELL DAWSON, THATS A FAMUS PAINTER?! He's famous for his scary paintings that could even scare adults. The images in the painting include crime scenes, scary woods or dead people in a horrific state, such as their head has been ripped off there bodie or eyes pecked out and left to die.