Why did I end up with the Idiots?!, chapter 1
*** Thursday ***
Jesus opened another beer (you must know that he doesn't get drunk so easy... And that he's not allowed to drink... ).
It was one of those totally fucked up days when you just want to disappear.
Brad, his stepfather, beat him up this morning just cuz' he overslept.
He lifted his hand and touched his cheek.
It was still swollen...
"Fucking idiot... " he muttered and took up a spray can.
Jesus and one of his "friends", Tunny, were spraying one of the boring brick walls in the neighbourhood.
The wall belonged to a factory building that had been closed for so long that nobody knew what they used to do there anymore...
Except for some of the old people that maybe even worked there and walked around and complained about that the lost their jobs when it closed.
Anyway that's the place Tunny and Jesus used to paint.
Tunny was a tall guy with long blond hair that always was in a ponytail.
All the girls thought that he was really cool and good-looking.
And they loved his eyes (we're still talking about the girls! )!
Dark blue... "Like a night sky... " they used to say.
Anyway, to spray paint the walls were always more interesting if you're drunk.
Then you can walk by that wall in the morning and think: "Fuck! Did I do that!?"
He though some more about his fucked up day.
After getting beat up and then had to skip the breakfast he'd went to school.
He didn't even know why he still went there.
He didn't give a shit about it anyway.
But if he quit, Brad would probably kill him.
And he didn't have any "friends" there...
He had two "friends" that he really liked.
Tunny but he just skipped it and his parents didn't really care.
And he also had Jess... But she didn't go to school cuz' her mom needed help with so much.
You see, around a year ago her mom, Sharon, was mugged at gunpoint and now she got agoraphobia and don't dare to leave the house...
So Jess worked at the 7-11 to help her family.
Her dad worked too but sometimes it wasn't enough...
And Jesus thought that was a damn good reason to not go to school!
But he didn't really have much of a choice.
Die or go to school.
Even if he didn't see the difference between them he preferred to be alive...
And he sat next to this really sexy girl that thought that he was cool (but, she thought Tunny was cooler... What a bitch! )
That was probably the only good thing about school.
The teachers hated him and he hated them.
And there was a group of morons that loved to beat him at lunch (those sporty types that always want to win stuff and mess with the "losers". The loser in this case was Jesus... ).
Jesus hit back (he would NOT take shit from the sport-nerds! ), and guess who get blamed for the whole shit?! (if you don't want to think: I meant Jesus)
Then he got detention, but it was kind of okay cuz' there was another hot girl there.
And now he was here.
Angry, full of bruisers and drunk.
Just cuz' he was the Jesus of Suburbia.
"This damn place is full of American idiots!" he whispered and wrote: "Don't wanna be an American Idiot!" on the wall.
He didn't want to be here at all, but what could he do?
Stuck in the city of the damned...
"Hey, Jesus! Are you sleeping or what?" Tunny said and woke Jesus from his thoughts.
"I was just thinking... " he answered.
"Wow! Are you okay? I mean, can you really think!?" Tunny teased as Jesus threw the spray can at him.
"I'm going 'home'." He said and grabbed his back pack.
"Wait, man! I didn't mean it. I was just joking. Sorry, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah... But I must go home or I'll get beat up again." He said and started to walk "home".
***
He slowly walked to his house.
A big grey thing with four main walls and a small porch.
He walked up to the old door that had a small window in the middle.
Mom and Brad were probably sleeping, cuz' all lights were off.
But... NO!
When he opened the door Brad stood there.
Waiting for him.
His mom sat in the kitchen.
As always she would not say a word.
Just let Brad hit him...
"Where have you been, you punk!" Brad asked.
"Out... " Jesus answered.
Brad steeped closer.
"Have you been drinking?"
Jesus just looked him in the eyes.
"Have you been doing drugs too?" Brad continued.
"Drugs? What... " his mother started and sounded really worried.
"Shut up, Maria! This is between me and our son!" Brad snapped.
"I'm not your son, and I haven't been doing drugs!" Jesus screamed.
And it was true that he didn't do drugs.
He drank a lot and smoked, but he didn't take any drugs (yet... ).
"And how do I know that you're not lying? Should I ask those wasted friend of yours?!"
Jesus just looked at him and started to walk to the stairs, but Brad was in the way.
"Where are you going, you brat! I'm not done talking!"
"I'm going to bed..." He answered.
Brad raised his hand and hit him over the cheek.
He felt the burning pain and saw his mother look away.
She didn't have the heart to see her son get hit, and she didn't have the courage to stop it.
"You don't leave until' I tell you!" Brad yelled.
"Fuck you!" Jesus screamed and pushed him out of the way and ran up to his room and locked the door.
"You little punk! You fucking spoiled brat!" Brad yelled.
Jesus just sat down on the floor in front of the door and looked around.
Same old shit.
A small wooden thing with a madras (I think it's supposed to be a bed... ), a wardrobe with a mirror, a lot of posters of band he liked, a lamp that didn't work (he was going to fix it... Sometime), a lot of things on the floor and his beloved electric guitar Sweet (don't ask! ) that stood in the corner together with the old acoustic guitar that used to be his REAL dad's guitar.
He'd worked like a dog to get money so he could buy it without borrowing anything.
Brad continued to scream for around half an hour.
Jesus just thought about all the jobs he had to fix money... He painted houses, walked dogs and he even was "park watcher" for a while (he sat in the park and watched after the kids that played)
Anyway, around 30 minutes after that Brad started to scream, Jesus mom come and asked Brad to go to bed.
He heard Brad leaving, but his mom was still outside the door.
"Oh, mi hijo... Are you okay?" she asked softly. ("mi hijo" = "my son". They're Latino Americans)
"Go away!" he answered and walked away from the door. "I don't want to talk!"
But he didn't swear at his mom... He was NEVER mean to his mom!
She was not perfect but he loved her and he knew that she loved him too.
"I'm sorry, my darling... He... He's just having a bad day. He's just tired and all that... " she lied
"It seems like he has a lot of those bad days! And he really needs to sleep more!" he "joked" as he looked at himself in the mirror.
He was going to have a nice blue cheek tomorrow.
Yay!
"We'll go away for the weekend. Brads sister wants us to spend some time with her and her family at their place at the sea. Then you can take it easy, okay? You... You can be with your friends and sleep and all that kind of things. We're leaving early tomorrow so we won't be here when you wake up... "
"Okay... " he said and lied down on the bed.
It was quiet for a moment.
But he knew she was still out there.
"Sweetie, can... Can I just ask you something?" she asked slowly.
"Sure... "
"Can... Can you open the door so I can see you? I promise, Brad is not here. Just open the door so I can look you in the eyes... " she sounded sad, so Jesus got of the bed and unlocked the door.
He opened it slowly and looked at his mom.
He looked a lot like her.
Black hair, pale skin and dark brown eyes.
She was shorter than him.
But she was really beautiful and really young.
She had him when she was just 17.
They had been mistaken for little brother and quite older sister a few times...
Now she was 33 and he was 16.
She looked him in the eyes.
"Jesus... Have you been doing drugs?" she asked with pain in her eyes.
Like just thinking about it hurt her.
"No mom... I've not taken any drugs... "
She closed her eyes and smiled.
"I knew that... It's just I... I wanted to hear it from you."
A few tears started to roll down her face.
He hugged her.
"I'm sorry I didn't stop him! But I was so scared! I didn't know what to do! And I was scared that he would hit you even more if I said something... Or that he would start to hit me to... And... And I know I'm selfish but I don't want him to hit me... " she cried.
She cried in his arms.
She was a really sensitive person.
That was probably why she was together with Brad... He could protect her and make her feel a bit safe.
But Brad didn't like Jesus, her only child that she loved more then anything.
So he felt really bad over the fact that he and Brad didn't get along.
And all he could do right now was to hug her and whisper to her that everything was going to be better soon.
But he'd been whispering that to her for so many years now that he knew it never would be okay in this house.
If it must be okay, either him or Brad had to go!
"It's okay mom... Its okay... You're not selfish! Cuz' if he would hit you I would kill him... And then everything would go to hell... "
A lame try to make her feel better...
She kept crying.
"Do you remember when I was saving money for "Sweet"? Do you? All the jobs I had?" he asked.
"Yeah... " she answered.
"Then you must remember when I was walking Beef, Miss Jones bulldog... He bit me in the ass! And then he chased me up in a three and I sat there for like, four hours with a big hole in my pants and Beef just sat down there, waiting or me to come down so he could take another bite!"
"Yeah! And then Miss Jones found you and yelled at you cuz' you didn't bring Beef home at the right time... " she laughed. "And she didn't pay you!"
He smiled when she laughed.
She didn't laugh so much these days.
"Feeling better?" he asked and she just nod. "Then I think we should go to bed."
"You're right. Good night, honey... " she said and wiped her eyes.
"Night, mom... " Jesus said and kissed her forehead.
She walked in to hers and Brad's room and closed the door.
Jesus locked the door and went to bed.
Jesus opened another beer (you must know that he doesn't get drunk so easy... And that he's not allowed to drink... ).
It was one of those totally fucked up days when you just want to disappear.
Brad, his stepfather, beat him up this morning just cuz' he overslept.
He lifted his hand and touched his cheek.
It was still swollen...
"Fucking idiot... " he muttered and took up a spray can.
Jesus and one of his "friends", Tunny, were spraying one of the boring brick walls in the neighbourhood.
The wall belonged to a factory building that had been closed for so long that nobody knew what they used to do there anymore...
Except for some of the old people that maybe even worked there and walked around and complained about that the lost their jobs when it closed.
Anyway that's the place Tunny and Jesus used to paint.
Tunny was a tall guy with long blond hair that always was in a ponytail.
All the girls thought that he was really cool and good-looking.
And they loved his eyes (we're still talking about the girls! )!
Dark blue... "Like a night sky... " they used to say.
Anyway, to spray paint the walls were always more interesting if you're drunk.
Then you can walk by that wall in the morning and think: "Fuck! Did I do that!?"
He though some more about his fucked up day.
After getting beat up and then had to skip the breakfast he'd went to school.
He didn't even know why he still went there.
He didn't give a shit about it anyway.
But if he quit, Brad would probably kill him.
And he didn't have any "friends" there...
He had two "friends" that he really liked.
Tunny but he just skipped it and his parents didn't really care.
And he also had Jess... But she didn't go to school cuz' her mom needed help with so much.
You see, around a year ago her mom, Sharon, was mugged at gunpoint and now she got agoraphobia and don't dare to leave the house...
So Jess worked at the 7-11 to help her family.
Her dad worked too but sometimes it wasn't enough...
And Jesus thought that was a damn good reason to not go to school!
But he didn't really have much of a choice.
Die or go to school.
Even if he didn't see the difference between them he preferred to be alive...
And he sat next to this really sexy girl that thought that he was cool (but, she thought Tunny was cooler... What a bitch! )
That was probably the only good thing about school.
The teachers hated him and he hated them.
And there was a group of morons that loved to beat him at lunch (those sporty types that always want to win stuff and mess with the "losers". The loser in this case was Jesus... ).
Jesus hit back (he would NOT take shit from the sport-nerds! ), and guess who get blamed for the whole shit?! (if you don't want to think: I meant Jesus)
Then he got detention, but it was kind of okay cuz' there was another hot girl there.
And now he was here.
Angry, full of bruisers and drunk.
Just cuz' he was the Jesus of Suburbia.
"This damn place is full of American idiots!" he whispered and wrote: "Don't wanna be an American Idiot!" on the wall.
He didn't want to be here at all, but what could he do?
Stuck in the city of the damned...
"Hey, Jesus! Are you sleeping or what?" Tunny said and woke Jesus from his thoughts.
"I was just thinking... " he answered.
"Wow! Are you okay? I mean, can you really think!?" Tunny teased as Jesus threw the spray can at him.
"I'm going 'home'." He said and grabbed his back pack.
"Wait, man! I didn't mean it. I was just joking. Sorry, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah... But I must go home or I'll get beat up again." He said and started to walk "home".
***
He slowly walked to his house.
A big grey thing with four main walls and a small porch.
He walked up to the old door that had a small window in the middle.
Mom and Brad were probably sleeping, cuz' all lights were off.
But... NO!
When he opened the door Brad stood there.
Waiting for him.
His mom sat in the kitchen.
As always she would not say a word.
Just let Brad hit him...
"Where have you been, you punk!" Brad asked.
"Out... " Jesus answered.
Brad steeped closer.
"Have you been drinking?"
Jesus just looked him in the eyes.
"Have you been doing drugs too?" Brad continued.
"Drugs? What... " his mother started and sounded really worried.
"Shut up, Maria! This is between me and our son!" Brad snapped.
"I'm not your son, and I haven't been doing drugs!" Jesus screamed.
And it was true that he didn't do drugs.
He drank a lot and smoked, but he didn't take any drugs (yet... ).
"And how do I know that you're not lying? Should I ask those wasted friend of yours?!"
Jesus just looked at him and started to walk to the stairs, but Brad was in the way.
"Where are you going, you brat! I'm not done talking!"
"I'm going to bed..." He answered.
Brad raised his hand and hit him over the cheek.
He felt the burning pain and saw his mother look away.
She didn't have the heart to see her son get hit, and she didn't have the courage to stop it.
"You don't leave until' I tell you!" Brad yelled.
"Fuck you!" Jesus screamed and pushed him out of the way and ran up to his room and locked the door.
"You little punk! You fucking spoiled brat!" Brad yelled.
Jesus just sat down on the floor in front of the door and looked around.
Same old shit.
A small wooden thing with a madras (I think it's supposed to be a bed... ), a wardrobe with a mirror, a lot of posters of band he liked, a lamp that didn't work (he was going to fix it... Sometime), a lot of things on the floor and his beloved electric guitar Sweet (don't ask! ) that stood in the corner together with the old acoustic guitar that used to be his REAL dad's guitar.
He'd worked like a dog to get money so he could buy it without borrowing anything.
Brad continued to scream for around half an hour.
Jesus just thought about all the jobs he had to fix money... He painted houses, walked dogs and he even was "park watcher" for a while (he sat in the park and watched after the kids that played)
Anyway, around 30 minutes after that Brad started to scream, Jesus mom come and asked Brad to go to bed.
He heard Brad leaving, but his mom was still outside the door.
"Oh, mi hijo... Are you okay?" she asked softly. ("mi hijo" = "my son". They're Latino Americans)
"Go away!" he answered and walked away from the door. "I don't want to talk!"
But he didn't swear at his mom... He was NEVER mean to his mom!
She was not perfect but he loved her and he knew that she loved him too.
"I'm sorry, my darling... He... He's just having a bad day. He's just tired and all that... " she lied
"It seems like he has a lot of those bad days! And he really needs to sleep more!" he "joked" as he looked at himself in the mirror.
He was going to have a nice blue cheek tomorrow.
Yay!
"We'll go away for the weekend. Brads sister wants us to spend some time with her and her family at their place at the sea. Then you can take it easy, okay? You... You can be with your friends and sleep and all that kind of things. We're leaving early tomorrow so we won't be here when you wake up... "
"Okay... " he said and lied down on the bed.
It was quiet for a moment.
But he knew she was still out there.
"Sweetie, can... Can I just ask you something?" she asked slowly.
"Sure... "
"Can... Can you open the door so I can see you? I promise, Brad is not here. Just open the door so I can look you in the eyes... " she sounded sad, so Jesus got of the bed and unlocked the door.
He opened it slowly and looked at his mom.
He looked a lot like her.
Black hair, pale skin and dark brown eyes.
She was shorter than him.
But she was really beautiful and really young.
She had him when she was just 17.
They had been mistaken for little brother and quite older sister a few times...
Now she was 33 and he was 16.
She looked him in the eyes.
"Jesus... Have you been doing drugs?" she asked with pain in her eyes.
Like just thinking about it hurt her.
"No mom... I've not taken any drugs... "
She closed her eyes and smiled.
"I knew that... It's just I... I wanted to hear it from you."
A few tears started to roll down her face.
He hugged her.
"I'm sorry I didn't stop him! But I was so scared! I didn't know what to do! And I was scared that he would hit you even more if I said something... Or that he would start to hit me to... And... And I know I'm selfish but I don't want him to hit me... " she cried.
She cried in his arms.
She was a really sensitive person.
That was probably why she was together with Brad... He could protect her and make her feel a bit safe.
But Brad didn't like Jesus, her only child that she loved more then anything.
So he felt really bad over the fact that he and Brad didn't get along.
And all he could do right now was to hug her and whisper to her that everything was going to be better soon.
But he'd been whispering that to her for so many years now that he knew it never would be okay in this house.
If it must be okay, either him or Brad had to go!
"It's okay mom... Its okay... You're not selfish! Cuz' if he would hit you I would kill him... And then everything would go to hell... "
A lame try to make her feel better...
She kept crying.
"Do you remember when I was saving money for "Sweet"? Do you? All the jobs I had?" he asked.
"Yeah... " she answered.
"Then you must remember when I was walking Beef, Miss Jones bulldog... He bit me in the ass! And then he chased me up in a three and I sat there for like, four hours with a big hole in my pants and Beef just sat down there, waiting or me to come down so he could take another bite!"
"Yeah! And then Miss Jones found you and yelled at you cuz' you didn't bring Beef home at the right time... " she laughed. "And she didn't pay you!"
He smiled when she laughed.
She didn't laugh so much these days.
"Feeling better?" he asked and she just nod. "Then I think we should go to bed."
"You're right. Good night, honey... " she said and wiped her eyes.
"Night, mom... " Jesus said and kissed her forehead.
She walked in to hers and Brad's room and closed the door.
Jesus locked the door and went to bed.
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