Tales From Another Broken Home, chapter 4
I had been walking around this unknown area, alone, for over half an hour with no luck in finding anything execpt for fields, and cows, and corn. I thought about sleeping in a barn I passed by, but then thought Brad might find me, or someone worse, so I continued on my way. But FINALLY I found something. It was a small store, so I go to it. The clerk most have thought I was a realy bum or something, one shoe, ripped socks, and ripped damp clothes.
"Do you got a phone I can use? I have no money or anything, I just need a phone" I say.
"Sure, no problem son, and if theres anywhere I can take you, just let me know" Says the friendly clerk. It's a little too friendly for my liking. I smile and dial the number. A male picks up.
"Mike, its me, Billie Joe, can you come pick me up?"
"Sure man, where are you? Does Brad know your there, What happened?" Mike says. He's always concerned, thats why I call him when I'm in trouble. Tre's an idiot. He makes jokes out of everything.
"I'm fine Mike, Brad doesnt know I'm here, Il'l tell you what happened when you get here," I say, tryin to get him to hurry up a little.
"Ok. Where exactly are you?"
"Well Im- Where am I?" I ask the store clerk. He gives me the directions and Mike is there in a matter of 15 minutes. I thank the man, and leave. He kind of creeps me out anyways! Tre is in the back seat. They tell me Cassidy wanted to come but couldn't get out of her house. And that she feels really bad for what happened.
"Ok so here is the story. Ah fuck. I don't even want to tell the story. Lets just say I ran away from Brad, so now he's probably after me like some kind of harpoonest or some crazy mad man. The more important thing is where am I going to go?" They guys are a little disappointed that I didn't tell them the story, but like fuck, I want to talk. We decide to stop by my house to see if Brad is there. Thank god he's not. I go in, get my clothes, and shoes, and stuff for school, plus my money and my weed and leave. My mom's not home, she's working tonight, thank god. I decide I'm going to stay at Tre's house. Mike's also staying.
"Man, I could sure use a joint right now. Someone wanna roll me one?" I ask.
"Sure man" Mike says rolling me a fairly large one. I like it and take a huge drag. It tastes so good.
"What are you gonna do tomorrow man? You can't go to school, Brad will be looking for you" asks Tre. For once he's worried about something.
"I don't know. Maybe Ill get up early and go to... The library! Its brilliant. He'll never think of looking there for me" I say. I know its a stupid idea, but it's also smart to.
"The fuck your going to the library. We will stay home with you" Mike says. He's only looking for a reason not to go to school tomorrow. We arrive at Tre's house 10 minutes later. We go in the back door and head up to Tre's room. The guys must feel bad for me or something because they give me the bed. I strip down into my boxers, getting annoyed yet satified looks from Tre. I wonder about him sometimes. Then I get into bed. 5 minutes later, I'm sound asleep, dreaming of Cassidy...
"Do you got a phone I can use? I have no money or anything, I just need a phone" I say.
"Sure, no problem son, and if theres anywhere I can take you, just let me know" Says the friendly clerk. It's a little too friendly for my liking. I smile and dial the number. A male picks up.
"Mike, its me, Billie Joe, can you come pick me up?"
"Sure man, where are you? Does Brad know your there, What happened?" Mike says. He's always concerned, thats why I call him when I'm in trouble. Tre's an idiot. He makes jokes out of everything.
"I'm fine Mike, Brad doesnt know I'm here, Il'l tell you what happened when you get here," I say, tryin to get him to hurry up a little.
"Ok. Where exactly are you?"
"Well Im- Where am I?" I ask the store clerk. He gives me the directions and Mike is there in a matter of 15 minutes. I thank the man, and leave. He kind of creeps me out anyways! Tre is in the back seat. They tell me Cassidy wanted to come but couldn't get out of her house. And that she feels really bad for what happened.
"Ok so here is the story. Ah fuck. I don't even want to tell the story. Lets just say I ran away from Brad, so now he's probably after me like some kind of harpoonest or some crazy mad man. The more important thing is where am I going to go?" They guys are a little disappointed that I didn't tell them the story, but like fuck, I want to talk. We decide to stop by my house to see if Brad is there. Thank god he's not. I go in, get my clothes, and shoes, and stuff for school, plus my money and my weed and leave. My mom's not home, she's working tonight, thank god. I decide I'm going to stay at Tre's house. Mike's also staying.
"Man, I could sure use a joint right now. Someone wanna roll me one?" I ask.
"Sure man" Mike says rolling me a fairly large one. I like it and take a huge drag. It tastes so good.
"What are you gonna do tomorrow man? You can't go to school, Brad will be looking for you" asks Tre. For once he's worried about something.
"I don't know. Maybe Ill get up early and go to... The library! Its brilliant. He'll never think of looking there for me" I say. I know its a stupid idea, but it's also smart to.
"The fuck your going to the library. We will stay home with you" Mike says. He's only looking for a reason not to go to school tomorrow. We arrive at Tre's house 10 minutes later. We go in the back door and head up to Tre's room. The guys must feel bad for me or something because they give me the bed. I strip down into my boxers, getting annoyed yet satified looks from Tre. I wonder about him sometimes. Then I get into bed. 5 minutes later, I'm sound asleep, dreaming of Cassidy...
