A Taste For Suicidal, chapter 3
"Joey, get back here!" my dad yelled from the front steps.
"You know I didn't mean what I said!"
I picked up the pace.
"That's bullshit if I heard it!" I shouted over my shoulder.
"Come on, don't get like that. I love you!" he called.
"Again with the bullshit!" I yelled.
I shook my head and practically sprinted down the street with Frankito at my heels. Then I heard a garage door open. Shit, he's gettin' the car!, I told myself. I started to panic, but Frank simply pushed me around the corner.
He ducked down in some bushes and I followed his lead. My father's jet black BMW rode on past. When it was safe, we emerged from our hidding spot and caught our breath. I leaned back aganist my neighboor's fence, panting. I waited for Frank to speak.
"Let's go." he said. He started running again and all I could do was follow him.
"Go where?" I asked.
"To Mike's." he replied.
"Mike's? What the hell is wrong with you!" I demanded.
"Have you lost your mind? He'll rat us out as soon as we tell him why we're there!"
"No he won't."
"What makes you so sure?"
"I told him."
I stopped dead in my tracks. He what?? I knew he wasn't talking about cutting. For the sake of his well being, he better not have been talking about cutting! He seemed to have sensed how I was reacting, because he stopped running and walked back to me.
"Listen, he was real cool with it. He said he used to cut when he was our age." he tried to calm me.
"He said he'd be willing to help us and he swore to keep his mouth shut."
I saw my father's car coming up the street.
"Frank, you are so damn lucky that we're in this situation or I would totally be beating your ass right now!" I told him.
"I know." he blushed.
My father's car came to hault a few feet away and we took off running as soon as he stepped out. My dad was one slow ass mother fucker, for how many miles he claimed he ran each day, so it wasn't that much of a challenge to loose him. Soon it was just us and the road.
- 27 minutes later -
"Open up you lazy son of a bitch!" Frank shouted after throwing four or five rocks at Mike's bedroom window.
"It's us!"
"What the hell is wrong with you you crazy ass bastard!" Mike hollered through the broken glass.
"It's fuckin' seven in the morning!"
"Yeah, we know that. We've been running since six thirty now let us inside!" he orderd.
"God damn it...You know what? You're worse than your father Frank."
"I'm flattered, now would you please just let us in?"
"Fine...Hold your horses, jeesh."
About a minute later Mike was standing behind his door, motioning us inside. We did as instructed. He closed the door, locked it and stumbled into the kitchen. No doubt he was fixing some coffee for himself...
I smiled and spread out on the love seat. Mike's house was one of my favorite places. It was big and beautiful, elegance in almost every room. It was totally different than my house. My house was just huge, loud and messy.
"Get your ass up boy, that's meant for two people." he joked. I made room for him.
He yawned and sat down next to me, placing his coffee mug on the table in front of us. He nodded to Frankito, who was seated on the couch across the room. Frank sighed.
"Mike, we need to ask you for a favor." he breathed.
"And that would be...?" he questioned.
"We need a place to stay." he said.
Mike raised his eyebrow.
"What happened to staying with your families, or is that too 'old-school' for you two?" he kidded.
"No. I mean...Well. Look, everything is going to hell. Our families are falling apart. Long story short, me and Joey just need somewhere to stay, somewhere to recooperate that isn't a hostile enviornment."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean we need some place to stay where we're not going to want to kill ourselves."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door. All three of us nearly jumped out of our skin. Mike quickly and quietly told us to hide, then he stood up as we followed orders. He stiffled a yawn, walking to the front door and opening it.
"Hi Billie." he said merrily. My heart sank.
"Hey Mike..." he replied, though it didn't sound like he really cared.
"Have you seen Joey and Frank?"
"Frankito or Frank Edwin? 'Cause chances are if you're looking for Tre-"
"I'm looking for the children damn it!" he shouted.
Mike paused and I held my breath, this was when he could rat us out...
"I can't say I've seen them, Bee. Sorry." he lied.
"You know I didn't mean what I said!"
I picked up the pace.
"That's bullshit if I heard it!" I shouted over my shoulder.
"Come on, don't get like that. I love you!" he called.
"Again with the bullshit!" I yelled.
I shook my head and practically sprinted down the street with Frankito at my heels. Then I heard a garage door open. Shit, he's gettin' the car!, I told myself. I started to panic, but Frank simply pushed me around the corner.
He ducked down in some bushes and I followed his lead. My father's jet black BMW rode on past. When it was safe, we emerged from our hidding spot and caught our breath. I leaned back aganist my neighboor's fence, panting. I waited for Frank to speak.
"Let's go." he said. He started running again and all I could do was follow him.
"Go where?" I asked.
"To Mike's." he replied.
"Mike's? What the hell is wrong with you!" I demanded.
"Have you lost your mind? He'll rat us out as soon as we tell him why we're there!"
"No he won't."
"What makes you so sure?"
"I told him."
I stopped dead in my tracks. He what?? I knew he wasn't talking about cutting. For the sake of his well being, he better not have been talking about cutting! He seemed to have sensed how I was reacting, because he stopped running and walked back to me.
"Listen, he was real cool with it. He said he used to cut when he was our age." he tried to calm me.
"He said he'd be willing to help us and he swore to keep his mouth shut."
I saw my father's car coming up the street.
"Frank, you are so damn lucky that we're in this situation or I would totally be beating your ass right now!" I told him.
"I know." he blushed.
My father's car came to hault a few feet away and we took off running as soon as he stepped out. My dad was one slow ass mother fucker, for how many miles he claimed he ran each day, so it wasn't that much of a challenge to loose him. Soon it was just us and the road.
- 27 minutes later -
"Open up you lazy son of a bitch!" Frank shouted after throwing four or five rocks at Mike's bedroom window.
"It's us!"
"What the hell is wrong with you you crazy ass bastard!" Mike hollered through the broken glass.
"It's fuckin' seven in the morning!"
"Yeah, we know that. We've been running since six thirty now let us inside!" he orderd.
"God damn it...You know what? You're worse than your father Frank."
"I'm flattered, now would you please just let us in?"
"Fine...Hold your horses, jeesh."
About a minute later Mike was standing behind his door, motioning us inside. We did as instructed. He closed the door, locked it and stumbled into the kitchen. No doubt he was fixing some coffee for himself...
I smiled and spread out on the love seat. Mike's house was one of my favorite places. It was big and beautiful, elegance in almost every room. It was totally different than my house. My house was just huge, loud and messy.
"Get your ass up boy, that's meant for two people." he joked. I made room for him.
He yawned and sat down next to me, placing his coffee mug on the table in front of us. He nodded to Frankito, who was seated on the couch across the room. Frank sighed.
"Mike, we need to ask you for a favor." he breathed.
"And that would be...?" he questioned.
"We need a place to stay." he said.
Mike raised his eyebrow.
"What happened to staying with your families, or is that too 'old-school' for you two?" he kidded.
"No. I mean...Well. Look, everything is going to hell. Our families are falling apart. Long story short, me and Joey just need somewhere to stay, somewhere to recooperate that isn't a hostile enviornment."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean we need some place to stay where we're not going to want to kill ourselves."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door. All three of us nearly jumped out of our skin. Mike quickly and quietly told us to hide, then he stood up as we followed orders. He stiffled a yawn, walking to the front door and opening it.
"Hi Billie." he said merrily. My heart sank.
"Hey Mike..." he replied, though it didn't sound like he really cared.
"Have you seen Joey and Frank?"
"Frankito or Frank Edwin? 'Cause chances are if you're looking for Tre-"
"I'm looking for the children damn it!" he shouted.
Mike paused and I held my breath, this was when he could rat us out...
"I can't say I've seen them, Bee. Sorry." he lied.
