Trying to write a story
Ok guys, so I'm like the prompt master and have all these ideas but no patience or writing skills. I recently came up with this idea that wouldn't leave me alone but it was too complicated to prompt. I would so much rather read this than write it but basically the full story came to me and I was like, well, might as well just write it then, if it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out.
So, in any case, I've never written a story before. I didn't know where to start and didn't really have the whole beginning planned so I figured I'd try out just writing one of the scenes I kept thinking about and the rest could be written around it. So, it's only about a page long but I want to post it here to at least get a reaction and see if it's worth anything or worth continuing. I really think I can do it. Really, I've never had a whole story come to me, it's usually just ideas of scenes and ways to hurt my boys, lol. So here goes. I'll put it under a cut.
I think the only things you have to know about this is that Jared lives with his stepfather, Mitch after his parents died and that at this point in this non-existent yet story, Sam was just about to tell Dean, who he knows from school and they live in the same trailer park (Dean and John being cheap hunters and Sams stepdad being a deadbeat) that he's a werewolf but finds out Dean is a hunter. I plan a fight of "You didn't tell me" "You have secrets too" but need to work on specifics.
Sam always shifted when he was sick or upset. His mother knew this, and after his father had died, Sam spent a lot of his time as a wolf. He would curl up under his bed and his mother would find him (she always found him) and sit with him, petting him until he fell asleep. He did the same after his mother died, the only difference was, then, he didn’t have anyone to come find and comfort him.
Now that his mother was gone and Mitch hated what he was, he would shift and curl up in the back of his closet in case Mitch came looking for him.
Today was no different. After the fight he had with Dean, he wanted nothing more than to curl up somewhere and be alone. As soon as he got home, he snuck up to his room. Mitch wasn’t in his usual spot on his old, beat up recliner so he assumed he was gone, probably at the bar. When he made it to his room without incident, he quickly stripped out of his clothes. He made sure to go into his closet and close the door before he shifted. There was already a small pile of blankets on the floor in the corner for occasions such as this. Lying down, he thought about everything that had happened in the last couple of hours. He wanted to be honest with Dean, he really did, but it was just too dangerous. Now that he knew what Dean really was, he didn’t think he could ever see him again. He was so close to telling Dean what he really was but now, now it was out of the question.
Sam lay there for a bit. He didn’t want to stop seeing Dean but he didn’t want to be shot in the heart either. It didn’t take long for him to fall into a fitful sleep.
It was no longer daylight out when Sam was awoken by the front door banging open and the sound of his name being yelled throughout the trailer. He knew this because he could no longer see the sun shining through the crack under the closet door from his window.
“SAAAAM!”
Mitch. Damnit. He forgot about Mitch. He was so caught up in forgetting that he did just that. He didn’t have time to think on it before he heard his bedroom door slam open.
“Sam! Come out here, boy! I know you’re in here, I saw your school shit in the living room.”
Double damnit. He forgot about that, too.
“Oh, looky here. What the fuck is this, Sam? These can’t be your clothes on the floor, right? ‘Cause I distinctly remember tellin’ you that I do NOT allow filthy fucking DOGS in my fucking house!”
Mitch was practically screaming at this point and all Sam wanted was his mom to magically appear and crawl in the closet with him. No such luck though because all of a sudden, the closet door slammed open.
Sam yelped in surprise and looked up to meet Mitch’s angry gaze. Mitch didn’t even say anything before he was reaching down and grabbing Sam by the scruff of his neck. Sam was too big to be picked up completely so he was essentially dragged from the closet out into the open of his room. Mitch dropped him down to the floor and kicked him once, hard in the stomach.
“I will not allow you to bring your filthy disease into my fucking house!” Mitch yelled.
He geared up again and kicked Sam in the flank this time.
“I swear to God, Sam, you fucking fix yourself right the fuck now or I will haul your ass outside and chain you up again. Is once a month not enough for ya?”
Sam shifted back as quickly as he could but apparently that wasn’t fast enough for Mitch because as soon as he finished, he felt a boot connect with his side again. He rolled over, onto his back; one had curling around his abused ribs while the other did its best at hiding his genitals
“Look at you! You’re disgusting. Put on some goddamn clothes!” The look on Mitch’s’ face one of pure disgust. He kicked Sam in the legs this time, but not with enough force to really injure him, more as a sign of his complete and utter revulsion of not just Sam’s nudity but what he was.
Sam clambered over to his clothes lying on the floor beside his bed. He reached out for his boxers and pulled them on as quickly as he could, followed by his white under shirt. The second he pulled the t-shirt down his torso, Mitch was yanking on it, pulling Sam up and to his feet. Sam stumbled a bit and as soon as he got his feet under him, he was being slammed into his wall. It was hard enough that he felt practically the whole trailer shake.
He wanted Dean. He wanted Dean to come rescue him. He wanted Dean to realize he was hiding something and lied earlier when he said everything was fine. He wanted Dean to come over right the fuck now to find out what it is. He wanted Dean to find him like this, held against this dirty trailer wall and pull him from Mitch’s angry hands. He wanted Dean to take him away. Away from this house, away from this trailer park, this whole goddamn city and hold him and tell him it will be okay.
Dean didn’t come. What did come were the fists. And more kicks. And more fists.
From the position on the floor where Mitch left him, he could see right out his bedroom window to the light on in Deans bedroom. If Dean wouldn’t come to him, he would have to make it to Dean.
I know it rough but I just wanted opinions. Does this look like something someone would read. Not just the prompt but the writing?