Hi guys. I know I haven't been good with updating, but I promise I'm still trying very hard!
I wrote part of a chapter for Temptations but it's really long (like 5 pages and unfinished) and I don't like how it's doing bleah. I'm literally just brain dead for everything else.
This is a new story I've been working on. I wanted to try this out, so this is my short prologue! I haven't written the rest of the story, but I have an outline so far of Chapters 1 (after this) all the way to Chapter 11. So enjoy!

"Hello?"

James inhaled sharply, holding back his sobs to talk into his phone, one hand tightly gripped on his steering wheel.

"Can I come over?"

"James? Are you okay? What happened?"

Although his friend couldn't see him over the phone, he shook his head, letting tears squeeze out of his eyes.

"I got into another fight with my parents… I hate them."

"Again? It's been like the tenth time this week alone!"

"I know," James sniffed. "I'm almost at your house. I'll tell you later."

"Sure. I'll wait outside."

There was a small click on the other end of the line, so James removed the phone from his ear and threw it aside onto the passenger seat. He moved his right hand to the steering wheel, still holding it with a vice-like grip. He was shaking with convulsions out of pure anger, and he couldn't stop his tears.

I hate my parents, he thought, getting madder by the second. They think they control my life when they weren't even a part of it. They don't even care about me, only themselves. They're selfish. Everything they do is about them. Fuck them.

He turned the corner as his tears blurred his vision, but he was too mad at everything to even wipe them away. James squeezed the wheel even tighter, his thoughts clouding his mind and continuing to heighten his fury, and stepped on the acceleration pedal. Suddenly, his right hand tightened so much that he pulled the wheel right and swerved to the side. This jolted him awake and focused his eyes on the road again, only to notice a figure standing front of his car. He moved to slam on his breaks, but it was far too late. The man had been knocked down by a vehicle going 30 MPH over the speed limit. James froze with fear and shock, sitting in his seat for two seconds. He unbuckled his seatbelt and ran out of his car, kneeling beside the lifeless body. His heartbeat was thumping at the speed of light and he choked out a cry.

"No, no, no," he muttered, standing up and gripping his dark brown locks. "Please, no."

He knew for a fact the man was dead, and there was nothing he could do. He ran back into his car and sped off, fleeing from his responsibilities. He kept telling himself that maybe he wasn't dead. Maybe he was still alive, and he should just call the ambulance. But he would just push all those thoughts aside. The poor guy was dead, he thought. All because of me. I killed my best friend.

Kendall will be introduced shortly, in chapter 2.
Thoughts? Should I continue with this? :)
If you guys don't like this, I don't want to focus on this story.