Tales From Another Broken Home, chapter 3
After about an hour of driving me and my prick of a step-father pull up to an old abanded wear house.
"Where the hell are we?" I ask.
SLAP! right across my face. He drags me out of the car. As he does that my shoe comes off and lands on the ground. He doesnt give me time to pick it up. It drags me about 8 feet away and pulls me close to his face. I try to get away, but wow, Brad is pretty damn stronge.
"You fuckin prick. If your going to learn something while you here with me its how to treat me with respect" He says, as he spits all over my face.
He leads me into the abanded wearhouse, and to my surprise its no abanded. There is all sorts of electronic devices everywhere.
"Your coming with me to make a few delevries these next few days. Your going to be my bitch and carry all of these things to the peoples houses from the car, which me have to park a few blocks from the houses. You know, incase theres cops anywhere" He said, with a devilish grin on his face."And if you dont do it Billie Joe, well god help you, Ill beat the living shit out of you. ANd you better not tell ANYONE about this." I got the hint that the eletronics were stolen. The fuck Im carrying these things to peoples houses. He gives me shit for doing a little bit of weed, Ok a lot bit of weed, but he can sell stolen TV and shit that he himself probably stole, I dont think so. Id find away out of this, and quick.
"Billie Joe!! FUCK! Stop day dreaming and listen to me. Your not dreaming about that skank of a girlfriend you have are you?"
"Shes not my fucking-"
SLAP!
"Treat me with respect!"
"Your not worth it" I say, quietly under my breath, not allowed enough for him to make out what I say. I get louder. "Shes not my girlfriend! Shes just a friend,and shes NOT a skank." If shes just a friend why do I keep standing up for her?
"I know how it is Billie, dating a skank. Iv got your mother. What guy hasnt she fucked in this shit hole of a town?" He knows how to make me mad. For once in my life, I hold it in. This is probably the only time Ill do that. Hmm is all I say.
"Now get to work. Loud up the car with this list and do it quick!" Brad says while handing me the list.
I do it, but not to quick.
"Get the fuck in the car" Brad says when I finish. "We got to deliver this shit."
I dont go fast enough so hes drags me in. I manage to get threw the first 2 deliveries. But when the third came, I thought that was my chance. I dropped the box I was carrying and booted it. It was hard to one with only one shoe, but once Brad noticed I had booted it, I had gone threw 4 backyards, he couldnt find me now.
I looked around finally after I knew he was for-surly gone. Where the fuck was I. This wasnt my town. I dont even know where I am. I just slowly walk. I dont know where Im going, but Ill find my way...
"Where the hell are we?" I ask.
SLAP! right across my face. He drags me out of the car. As he does that my shoe comes off and lands on the ground. He doesnt give me time to pick it up. It drags me about 8 feet away and pulls me close to his face. I try to get away, but wow, Brad is pretty damn stronge.
"You fuckin prick. If your going to learn something while you here with me its how to treat me with respect" He says, as he spits all over my face.
He leads me into the abanded wearhouse, and to my surprise its no abanded. There is all sorts of electronic devices everywhere.
"Your coming with me to make a few delevries these next few days. Your going to be my bitch and carry all of these things to the peoples houses from the car, which me have to park a few blocks from the houses. You know, incase theres cops anywhere" He said, with a devilish grin on his face."And if you dont do it Billie Joe, well god help you, Ill beat the living shit out of you. ANd you better not tell ANYONE about this." I got the hint that the eletronics were stolen. The fuck Im carrying these things to peoples houses. He gives me shit for doing a little bit of weed, Ok a lot bit of weed, but he can sell stolen TV and shit that he himself probably stole, I dont think so. Id find away out of this, and quick.
"Billie Joe!! FUCK! Stop day dreaming and listen to me. Your not dreaming about that skank of a girlfriend you have are you?"
"Shes not my fucking-"
SLAP!
"Treat me with respect!"
"Your not worth it" I say, quietly under my breath, not allowed enough for him to make out what I say. I get louder. "Shes not my girlfriend! Shes just a friend,and shes NOT a skank." If shes just a friend why do I keep standing up for her?
"I know how it is Billie, dating a skank. Iv got your mother. What guy hasnt she fucked in this shit hole of a town?" He knows how to make me mad. For once in my life, I hold it in. This is probably the only time Ill do that. Hmm is all I say.
"Now get to work. Loud up the car with this list and do it quick!" Brad says while handing me the list.
I do it, but not to quick.
"Get the fuck in the car" Brad says when I finish. "We got to deliver this shit."
I dont go fast enough so hes drags me in. I manage to get threw the first 2 deliveries. But when the third came, I thought that was my chance. I dropped the box I was carrying and booted it. It was hard to one with only one shoe, but once Brad noticed I had booted it, I had gone threw 4 backyards, he couldnt find me now.
I looked around finally after I knew he was for-surly gone. Where the fuck was I. This wasnt my town. I dont even know where I am. I just slowly walk. I dont know where Im going, but Ill find my way...
