Christie Road, chapter 1
I pulled myself up into one of the metal cargo trucks of the abandoned cargo train that sat 5 lines across from platform 1 of Christie road. It was covered in graffiti and had a couch against one side. Someone had already made this their hang out. I didn't care. I looked around there was a pile of empty and full beer cans in one corner and that was about it, aside from the few posters that littered the walls. I walked over to examine one, The Clash. I smiled slightly to myself.
"Well, hello there." I spun round. A boy, about 18 years old was standing in the doorway. He was flanked by two others who looked to be about the same age. I didn't move as he advanced towards me.
"What's a pretty little girl like yourself doing out at this time of the night. Its not safe you know, there are mean people out at this time, people who would jump at the chance of having some fun with a girl such as yourself." He smirked as he said this. I backed away from him but my back hit the cold metal wall. I began to panic as he advanced further.
"What do you want?" I stuttered, he just laughed. He was close now, too close.
He began to kiss my neck his hands moving down my body.
"No!" I yelled, trying to push him off me. He hit me, his fist connecting with my stomach. I coughed.
"Please," I begged, the tears streaming down my face, "please, not again not again."
"Shut up!" he barked. I struggled and he hit me again. His hands were on my belt he began to undo the buckle.
"No," I sobbed, "leave me alone please."
"Can't you find something more constructive to do with your time?" came a voice from the doorway. The guy turned around.
"Oh, look who it is boys, it's the fag!"
"Bi, mate, bi," the new comer corrected.
"Whatever. You'll be pleased to hear that this hear," he motioned to me slumped on the floor where I had slid to when he had let go of me, "is a girl and so therefore does no concern you."
"Dude, I just said I was bi, I like girls and guys, so technically it DOES concern me." The 'fag' smirked at his own comeback, his cigarette in between his lips, moved as he smoked.
"Look," the guy walked up to the 'fag' his finger pointing at him and his eyes slits, "why don't you just fuck off and leave me alone huh? What I do in here is none of your business so don't go sticking you bi nose in it okay."
"Okaaaaaaaaay. Number one... I'm still confused as to how my sexuality affects what's going on here and two... it does affect me what you do in here because this is e and my mates hang out so why don't you fuck off, jock." Just then two more guys came up and clambered onto the truck.
"O fuck this," the guy said grabbing my arm and trying to pull me out of the cart. He was at the doorway with me still struggling when the 'fag' put his arm across the opening as if to block the jocks way.
"Move fag."
"Nope, not until you let her go."
"Why? So you and your punk friends can have your fun with her?"
"Maybe."
"Then no, I found her first." I stood disbelieving. Of all the fucking carts I could've picked I end up in the one with six fucking rapists. I began to slink back to the corner when the jock tightened his grip until it was cutting of my blood circulation. I gasped in pain as he began to twist my arm back. The 'fag' looked at me, my face was strewn with tears, my eyes filled with fear.
"Look, I'll pay ya for her." He said.
"How much?"
"I got two dollars." The jock looked at me. My eyes were red and puffy my hair was a mess and my t-shirt was ripped.
"Done." He let go of me and I slunk back to the corner. I watched as the 'fag' and the jock exchanged money and then the jock left with his two sidekicks. The three guys who were now left entered the truck properly and looked at me.
"Billie Joe" the 'fag' answered. I didn't reply. I sat with my knees against my chest staring at him terror in my eyes.
"I am not gonna hurt ya." He said matter of factly and sat down on the couch, "fag?" I looked at him for a second.
"What's in it?" I asked.
"Just tobacco, I got a joint if ya want one. I got a couple actually." I shook my head but took the cigarette from his hand and he handed me his lighter. I lit the fag and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes as I leant my head back against the metal. I could feel eyes on me, so I opened mine and looked up to see some aqua blue eyes staring down at me. I jumped slightly.
"Tre leave the poor girl alone, by the way I'm Mike," Mike said. I just looked at him.
"She looks mad!" The Tre guy said as he looked into my eyes.
"Fuck off." I mumbled. I heard a laugh from the couch; I looked up to see Billie Joe smirking.
"What?" I spat.
"Don't get techy with me, I just saved ya."
"You paid for me," I yelled. "Fuck, I'm not an object."
"It was all I could do. Think of it as a bribe, you know, like I pay him to let you go." I thought for a second.
"Fuck it." Was all I could come up with.
"You got another t-shirt?" Billie asked. I shook my head, taking another drag from my cigarette. He pulled off his jacket and handed it to me. I took it a put it over my torn t-shirt.
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"Sit here." Billie Joe said moving over on the couch. I eyed him closely as I cautiously made my way over to the couch and joined him.
"Put some music on Mike dude!" Billie said. "What kind of music you into then ... "
"Teresa." He nodded. "Erm... I guess... punk, rock, shit like that." He smiled.
"You like clash?" I nodded. "Put some Clash on Mikey boy" he said. Presently the sound of 'Should I stay or should I go?' Filled the truck and I smiled slightly. Leaning my head back I tapped my hand on my knee to the beat. Occasionally raising the cigarette to my lips and taking a puff.
[i]Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble.
An' if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know
Should I stay or should I go?[i]
The song came to its end and I opened my eyes again, flicking the butt of my cigarette away. Billie was staring at me.
"What?" he looked away quickly
"Nothing."
"Your pwetty" said Tre in a childish voice from the floor. He turned his face in a child's as well.
"Uh... thanks... .Erm... "
"I'm odd, don't worry," Tre said, returning too normal. I nodded slightly.
"How'd you wind up here then?" Billie asked, opening another can of beer. He offered me one but I refused he shrugged and opened that one too.
"Erm... got kicked out, by my mum." I said.
"Uhh," Billie nodded, "And your dad? Didn't stick up for you?" I shook my head.
"He gave her the excuse to chuck me out!"
"Which was?"
"I was pregnant."
"Are you?"
"No."
"So why'd he say you were?"
"I was puking."
"Why?"
"Why all the questions?"
"So I get to know you. Why?" Fuck I may as well be frank with these people; they may be able to help.
"He punched me in the stomach." Billie raised his eyebrows. A cloud of smoke blocked him from view for half a second before he reappeared.
"Why?"
"Is that all you fucking say?" I yelled. Turning round to face him, my eyes blazing. He shrugged. And turned to Mike, "Dude put on the Pistols. You like them?" he asked. I turned round and slumped against the couch. What was up with that guy?
"Well, hello there." I spun round. A boy, about 18 years old was standing in the doorway. He was flanked by two others who looked to be about the same age. I didn't move as he advanced towards me.
"What's a pretty little girl like yourself doing out at this time of the night. Its not safe you know, there are mean people out at this time, people who would jump at the chance of having some fun with a girl such as yourself." He smirked as he said this. I backed away from him but my back hit the cold metal wall. I began to panic as he advanced further.
"What do you want?" I stuttered, he just laughed. He was close now, too close.
He began to kiss my neck his hands moving down my body.
"No!" I yelled, trying to push him off me. He hit me, his fist connecting with my stomach. I coughed.
"Please," I begged, the tears streaming down my face, "please, not again not again."
"Shut up!" he barked. I struggled and he hit me again. His hands were on my belt he began to undo the buckle.
"No," I sobbed, "leave me alone please."
"Can't you find something more constructive to do with your time?" came a voice from the doorway. The guy turned around.
"Oh, look who it is boys, it's the fag!"
"Bi, mate, bi," the new comer corrected.
"Whatever. You'll be pleased to hear that this hear," he motioned to me slumped on the floor where I had slid to when he had let go of me, "is a girl and so therefore does no concern you."
"Dude, I just said I was bi, I like girls and guys, so technically it DOES concern me." The 'fag' smirked at his own comeback, his cigarette in between his lips, moved as he smoked.
"Look," the guy walked up to the 'fag' his finger pointing at him and his eyes slits, "why don't you just fuck off and leave me alone huh? What I do in here is none of your business so don't go sticking you bi nose in it okay."
"Okaaaaaaaaay. Number one... I'm still confused as to how my sexuality affects what's going on here and two... it does affect me what you do in here because this is e and my mates hang out so why don't you fuck off, jock." Just then two more guys came up and clambered onto the truck.
"O fuck this," the guy said grabbing my arm and trying to pull me out of the cart. He was at the doorway with me still struggling when the 'fag' put his arm across the opening as if to block the jocks way.
"Move fag."
"Nope, not until you let her go."
"Why? So you and your punk friends can have your fun with her?"
"Maybe."
"Then no, I found her first." I stood disbelieving. Of all the fucking carts I could've picked I end up in the one with six fucking rapists. I began to slink back to the corner when the jock tightened his grip until it was cutting of my blood circulation. I gasped in pain as he began to twist my arm back. The 'fag' looked at me, my face was strewn with tears, my eyes filled with fear.
"Look, I'll pay ya for her." He said.
"How much?"
"I got two dollars." The jock looked at me. My eyes were red and puffy my hair was a mess and my t-shirt was ripped.
"Done." He let go of me and I slunk back to the corner. I watched as the 'fag' and the jock exchanged money and then the jock left with his two sidekicks. The three guys who were now left entered the truck properly and looked at me.
"Billie Joe" the 'fag' answered. I didn't reply. I sat with my knees against my chest staring at him terror in my eyes.
"I am not gonna hurt ya." He said matter of factly and sat down on the couch, "fag?" I looked at him for a second.
"What's in it?" I asked.
"Just tobacco, I got a joint if ya want one. I got a couple actually." I shook my head but took the cigarette from his hand and he handed me his lighter. I lit the fag and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes as I leant my head back against the metal. I could feel eyes on me, so I opened mine and looked up to see some aqua blue eyes staring down at me. I jumped slightly.
"Tre leave the poor girl alone, by the way I'm Mike," Mike said. I just looked at him.
"She looks mad!" The Tre guy said as he looked into my eyes.
"Fuck off." I mumbled. I heard a laugh from the couch; I looked up to see Billie Joe smirking.
"What?" I spat.
"Don't get techy with me, I just saved ya."
"You paid for me," I yelled. "Fuck, I'm not an object."
"It was all I could do. Think of it as a bribe, you know, like I pay him to let you go." I thought for a second.
"Fuck it." Was all I could come up with.
"You got another t-shirt?" Billie asked. I shook my head, taking another drag from my cigarette. He pulled off his jacket and handed it to me. I took it a put it over my torn t-shirt.
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"Sit here." Billie Joe said moving over on the couch. I eyed him closely as I cautiously made my way over to the couch and joined him.
"Put some music on Mike dude!" Billie said. "What kind of music you into then ... "
"Teresa." He nodded. "Erm... I guess... punk, rock, shit like that." He smiled.
"You like clash?" I nodded. "Put some Clash on Mikey boy" he said. Presently the sound of 'Should I stay or should I go?' Filled the truck and I smiled slightly. Leaning my head back I tapped my hand on my knee to the beat. Occasionally raising the cigarette to my lips and taking a puff.
[i]Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble.
An' if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know
Should I stay or should I go?[i]
The song came to its end and I opened my eyes again, flicking the butt of my cigarette away. Billie was staring at me.
"What?" he looked away quickly
"Nothing."
"Your pwetty" said Tre in a childish voice from the floor. He turned his face in a child's as well.
"Uh... thanks... .Erm... "
"I'm odd, don't worry," Tre said, returning too normal. I nodded slightly.
"How'd you wind up here then?" Billie asked, opening another can of beer. He offered me one but I refused he shrugged and opened that one too.
"Erm... got kicked out, by my mum." I said.
"Uhh," Billie nodded, "And your dad? Didn't stick up for you?" I shook my head.
"He gave her the excuse to chuck me out!"
"Which was?"
"I was pregnant."
"Are you?"
"No."
"So why'd he say you were?"
"I was puking."
"Why?"
"Why all the questions?"
"So I get to know you. Why?" Fuck I may as well be frank with these people; they may be able to help.
"He punched me in the stomach." Billie raised his eyebrows. A cloud of smoke blocked him from view for half a second before he reappeared.
"Why?"
"Is that all you fucking say?" I yelled. Turning round to face him, my eyes blazing. He shrugged. And turned to Mike, "Dude put on the Pistols. You like them?" he asked. I turned round and slumped against the couch. What was up with that guy?
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