New Torcastle Narrative

New Torcastle was best known for the Italian food, the rude people and the high crime rate. There was one sparkling jewel of the city and that was the beach but it still wasn’t where parent’s wanted their college kids going for Spring Break so the citizen or Torcastle got to keep it to themselves. The city wasn’t even a drive through city, ti was a go around entirely city. You didn’t know who you were looking at when you looked out he window. That bum looking guy on the corner could be, and probably was, working for the local crime lord. Children were born into their roles. If their parents owned a diner then they would own that diner. If their father was in the Family then he would be int he Family. It was hard to get out. It was very rare
When he was drunk he liked to put all of his pain on Gianna. It got so bad that she hated going home. She didn’t go home. She spent all of her free time in school and when it was time for school to close, she would go to her grandmother’s house and get dinner and then her grandmother would send her home, unaware of what her father was doing to her. She couldn’t tell anybody and then have him get arrested. The cops here were barely cops. They were all crooked. She knew the second she picked up a phone and called the cops on him, was the second she was branded a snitch and kicked out of her home. She tried to live with her grandmother but she was old, she couldn’t take care of Gianna.

When her grandmother died, she was alone until she met Ross. They had been in the same class since preschool. They only started to talk to each other in middle school. He sat next to her and he made the world a bright place. He was her first love. There was;t a day when they weren’t together. Everyone knew if Gianna was somewhere, Ross wasn’t far behind and vice versa. She told him all of her secrets. She trusted him with her life. She had the biggest crush on him but she never told him out of fear of ruining their friendship. For some reason everyone else could see that they were meant to be except for
She just had to get it back in living condition. Her father was living with his current girlfriend. He was to busy getting drunk and high wither to ever come home, unless he needed money. She always gave him the money. She didn’t know if it was because she actually believed his sob story or to just fund the addiction so she could finally put him six feet under and be done with it. The house needed new everything. She was slowly putting money into it. It was paid off so all she had to worry about was gas, water and electricity. She was barely home so the bill was always low. She managed to make the inside of the house a modern chic looking two bedroom. Something unexpected when a person drove by and saw the broken down old house. She had to keep the outside looking as dilapidated as possible or she would be robbed every time she left the house and that was the last thing she wanted. She was barely home as is, she didn’t need to worry about being robbed while she as at work.

It took a few months to get settled into the house again. It took a few weeks to get used to the new job. It seemed like the same thing every day. Either a serious beat down, a stabbing or a shooting; sometimes all three. They would call the police and try to get a police report filed but nothing. There were never any witnesses, never any names. She just had to bandage them up and let them go. She was understanding why no one wanted to work at NTH. The monotony was