Worry Rock, chapter 13
.............Dead" Claudia finished. Tre just stood there his world ruined. Tears fell from his eyes. " I have to go now I will be back tomorrow don't stay up for me." Tre said as he walked out the dorr and along the street he looked up at Mike's house, his best friend for years now gone ........... gone forever.
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"RUN MIKE, FUCKING RUN." Tre screamed as he raced down mall to the stairs looking for a way out. " Tre wait don't leave me ! " Mike called back. The crazy woman running after them started to shout" Hey! I told you NOT to poke that jelly come back here now you fuckers!" Billie who was following beind tripped over a little kids shoe and skidded into a pile a tined peas. " Got you the woman said grapped Billie by his All stars bag and pulling him back to the shop. Mike who stood there lauging he was smiling , he was happy........
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The smile snapped Tre out of his day dream he raised his head from the empty bar. And looked at his watch ( that Mike had got him for his 32 nd )
" Threee am." He said outload like a little kid trying to read no-one was in the bar the bartender had gone in the back to top up someting.
" Tre?, Tre?." A hauting vocie called from behind the bar. Tre turned his blood shot eyes to what was talking to him. " Tre why are you doing this? Do you want to die? It's not fun and it's fucking painful!" Tre stood up and smashed one of his beer bottles on the bar and stumbled around. " Whhhhooss der?" He slurred as he tryed to concertrate on the person behind the bar. The finger appeared it was Mike dressed as the bartender from holiday. " Mikke? But Yoour bed!"
" Yer Tre Iam bed ? Anyway I wouldn't have one more of them."
" And whhy bot?" Tre replied as he tryed to put his hands on his hips.
" They come from sweeden from a 500 year old factory." Tre threw up at that point.
" Tre Iam not really dead." There was a noise from the back. " I got to go Tre see you soon." The bar tender ran out with a big fat gun and he was aiming at Tre's head. " Come on you drunk get the fuck out my bar." he loaded the gun.
Tre stumbled out of the door and slumped by the bins and fell asleep.......
************************ FLASHBACK********************************
"RUN MIKE, FUCKING RUN." Tre screamed as he raced down mall to the stairs looking for a way out. " Tre wait don't leave me ! " Mike called back. The crazy woman running after them started to shout" Hey! I told you NOT to poke that jelly come back here now you fuckers!" Billie who was following beind tripped over a little kids shoe and skidded into a pile a tined peas. " Got you the woman said grapped Billie by his All stars bag and pulling him back to the shop. Mike who stood there lauging he was smiling , he was happy........
****************************End flashbak***************************
The smile snapped Tre out of his day dream he raised his head from the empty bar. And looked at his watch ( that Mike had got him for his 32 nd )
" Threee am." He said outload like a little kid trying to read no-one was in the bar the bartender had gone in the back to top up someting.
" Tre?, Tre?." A hauting vocie called from behind the bar. Tre turned his blood shot eyes to what was talking to him. " Tre why are you doing this? Do you want to die? It's not fun and it's fucking painful!" Tre stood up and smashed one of his beer bottles on the bar and stumbled around. " Whhhhooss der?" He slurred as he tryed to concertrate on the person behind the bar. The finger appeared it was Mike dressed as the bartender from holiday. " Mikke? But Yoour bed!"
" Yer Tre Iam bed ? Anyway I wouldn't have one more of them."
" And whhy bot?" Tre replied as he tryed to put his hands on his hips.
" They come from sweeden from a 500 year old factory." Tre threw up at that point.
" Tre Iam not really dead." There was a noise from the back. " I got to go Tre see you soon." The bar tender ran out with a big fat gun and he was aiming at Tre's head. " Come on you drunk get the fuck out my bar." he loaded the gun.
Tre stumbled out of the door and slumped by the bins and fell asleep.......
