Jesse and Andy's Antics, chapter 1
10pm Saturday...
I'm sitting up in my room thinking about the events that have happened in my life. Up until a little while ago I was a nobody. Just another so called "punk kid" But that all changed one fateful night in December. Wait a second before I tell you about my life now let me take you back to February 14, 1987 in Berkeley California, the day I was born.
I was born Jesse Andrew Bradford on Valentine's Day in Berkeley California. My dad as far as I can remember was an alcoholic and my mother was a Heroine addict. My parents always fought. I can still remember times when I would be in my room and I would hear footsteps coming near my door. I would try and hide, but he always found me. He never meant to hurt me, I still have those scars on my back from when he would whack me on my back with his belt. My mom would sometimes try to protect me, but my dad would beat her too. Theres one night out of all of them, I'll never forget. My dad came home on a drunk rage, my mom was laying on the couch passed out from shooting up. He came through the door carrying his shotgun, picked up my mom and started to beat her. I remember the screams and then I heard two shots. When I peered around the corner I saw them both lying there. Thats the night I'll never forget, the night that my parents died. The police came and I was adopted into a nice loving family and know I'm a multi-millionaire! NOT! Thats not even close to the end, hell I'm just getting started.
Before I continue with the rest of this story let me tell you a little bit more about myself. I have short spikey black hair and bright blue eyes and I'm about 5'8' ish. I am 17, I have graduated high school, where I played soccer and also several instruments. The piano, guitar, drums, violin, trumpet, saxaphone and most recently the harmonica. Oh and I have the greatest friends in the entire world. Johnnie Brighten a. K. A Johnnie B. And Jayson Cunningham a. K. A Jay or JayC. JohnnieB plays the bass and Jay plays the drums, he is one crazy kid. I also have the worlds greatest girlfriend, Sarah Westerly. She lights up my life and I don't know what I would do without her.
Here is where it all starts that one fateful day in December. Jay and Johnnie and I were having a session before that night's battle of the bands final. We were taking a break when my cell rang. "hey Jesse," "hey babe wats going on?"
"Not too much, I'm heading to the store is there anything that you guys need for tonight?" "Nothing that I can think of, but thanks" "Alright I'll see you soon" "bye."
Sarah finally gets to the Ally (which is an equivalent to Gilman St) and I run out and give her a big hug and a kiss. We sit on a bench and catch up on the days news. When all of a sudden I see bqd news coming our way. I get up and walk over to the intruder. "Brody, what the hell are you doing?" "I came to see my best friend." "You're no friend of mine." "Ouch that hurts Bradford."
"Yeah your gonna hurt a lot more if you don't get out of here." "Oh is that a threat?"
" You bet your ass it is, get out of the Ally I'm not going to tell you again." "I don't think so. Brody then comes lunging at me with his fist, I however avoid his punch and am forved to take action. He comes at me again and I block his punch and grab his hand and break two of his knuckles. (* a skill learned in Tae kwon Doe, do not attept) I would later on pay for what I did to his hand.
"What the hell did you do, you broke my hand, you'll pay for this Bradford" he says this as he's backing away. Sarah is back on the bench worried, but glad I came back unscathed. As the daylight faded into night I was the last one to leave the Ally, but not before Brody's gang jumped me, it was payback time. "hey Bradford time for a little fun." Even before I could react I have two big guys holding me while Brody is beating the shit out of me. He socked me in the ribs a few times, no doubt breaking a few ribs and head butted me until I was unconcious. I lay there almost motionless, barely being able to breathe. I don't know how long I lay there. The last thing I remember are headlights from a car and a man and woman step out of the car and walk toward me...
I'm sitting up in my room thinking about the events that have happened in my life. Up until a little while ago I was a nobody. Just another so called "punk kid" But that all changed one fateful night in December. Wait a second before I tell you about my life now let me take you back to February 14, 1987 in Berkeley California, the day I was born.
I was born Jesse Andrew Bradford on Valentine's Day in Berkeley California. My dad as far as I can remember was an alcoholic and my mother was a Heroine addict. My parents always fought. I can still remember times when I would be in my room and I would hear footsteps coming near my door. I would try and hide, but he always found me. He never meant to hurt me, I still have those scars on my back from when he would whack me on my back with his belt. My mom would sometimes try to protect me, but my dad would beat her too. Theres one night out of all of them, I'll never forget. My dad came home on a drunk rage, my mom was laying on the couch passed out from shooting up. He came through the door carrying his shotgun, picked up my mom and started to beat her. I remember the screams and then I heard two shots. When I peered around the corner I saw them both lying there. Thats the night I'll never forget, the night that my parents died. The police came and I was adopted into a nice loving family and know I'm a multi-millionaire! NOT! Thats not even close to the end, hell I'm just getting started.
Before I continue with the rest of this story let me tell you a little bit more about myself. I have short spikey black hair and bright blue eyes and I'm about 5'8' ish. I am 17, I have graduated high school, where I played soccer and also several instruments. The piano, guitar, drums, violin, trumpet, saxaphone and most recently the harmonica. Oh and I have the greatest friends in the entire world. Johnnie Brighten a. K. A Johnnie B. And Jayson Cunningham a. K. A Jay or JayC. JohnnieB plays the bass and Jay plays the drums, he is one crazy kid. I also have the worlds greatest girlfriend, Sarah Westerly. She lights up my life and I don't know what I would do without her.
Here is where it all starts that one fateful day in December. Jay and Johnnie and I were having a session before that night's battle of the bands final. We were taking a break when my cell rang. "hey Jesse," "hey babe wats going on?"
"Not too much, I'm heading to the store is there anything that you guys need for tonight?" "Nothing that I can think of, but thanks" "Alright I'll see you soon" "bye."
Sarah finally gets to the Ally (which is an equivalent to Gilman St) and I run out and give her a big hug and a kiss. We sit on a bench and catch up on the days news. When all of a sudden I see bqd news coming our way. I get up and walk over to the intruder. "Brody, what the hell are you doing?" "I came to see my best friend." "You're no friend of mine." "Ouch that hurts Bradford."
"Yeah your gonna hurt a lot more if you don't get out of here." "Oh is that a threat?"
" You bet your ass it is, get out of the Ally I'm not going to tell you again." "I don't think so. Brody then comes lunging at me with his fist, I however avoid his punch and am forved to take action. He comes at me again and I block his punch and grab his hand and break two of his knuckles. (* a skill learned in Tae kwon Doe, do not attept) I would later on pay for what I did to his hand.
"What the hell did you do, you broke my hand, you'll pay for this Bradford" he says this as he's backing away. Sarah is back on the bench worried, but glad I came back unscathed. As the daylight faded into night I was the last one to leave the Ally, but not before Brody's gang jumped me, it was payback time. "hey Bradford time for a little fun." Even before I could react I have two big guys holding me while Brody is beating the shit out of me. He socked me in the ribs a few times, no doubt breaking a few ribs and head butted me until I was unconcious. I lay there almost motionless, barely being able to breathe. I don't know how long I lay there. The last thing I remember are headlights from a car and a man and woman step out of the car and walk toward me...
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