Street Kid, chapter 2
We went into Hot Topic and she bought me an awesome hat, bright red with the Adeline sign on it. I put it on right away.
After she took me back to her house, and asked me to watch TV with her sons whilst she talked to Billie. I obeyed silently, still in slight awe of my life changing 24 hours.
"Hiya, I'm Jake, what's your name?"
"J," I replied to the little dude's question. Joey looked at me for a second before speaking.
"Hi," he said slowly.
"Hi," I said quietly. We all turned back to the TV.
After about ten minutes Billie came through with Adie. "Hey, J. Nice hat," Billie grinned.
"Thanks," I smiled. "I love it."
"Yeah.... it's pretty cool," Billie laughed.
"C'mon, J, we better go put away all your clothes," Adie said. I followed her upstairs, into the spare room.
"But- why? I mean, won't I be leaving-"
"Do you want to leave?" Adie interrupted.
"I- well, not really-"
"Good. You can stay," Adie said simply and began folding my clothes. I stared at her.
"It's not as simple as that!" I burst out.
"Yes, sweety, it is," she said absentmindedly.
"No it's not! I can't just move in with complete strangers!"
"But we don't mind, Billie and me, we would love you to," Adie sat me down on the bed and hugged me. I pushed her away.
"But why? No one gives a damn about me! I'm a kid on the streets, I don't have a family, no one loves me, and I'm alone! That's how it's meant to be! This shouldn't be happening!"
Adie stared at me, confused.
"But- is this not a good thing?" She said. I shook my head.
"No. I don't know fucking how. But it's not I know it. I can't stay here!"
With that I ran out of the room. She started running after me.
I leapt down the stairs right into Billie Joe.
"Whoa, where are you going?" He said.
"Away!" I cried. He grabbed my arms.
"Why?" He said into my ear.
"I don't belong here!"
I wrenched myself from his grasp and ran from the house of my dreams, which was now apparently the house of my nightmares.
***
Later on I was back to doing what I did best. wandering the streets. I had seen Billie's car quite a few times, but I just ran away.
I bet you think I am one messed up fucker- running away from Billie and Adie. But you don't get it.... see, it didn't feel right. I didn't belong there, I could feel it, they were all family, and I was an outsider. They both tried to make me feel like one of them but I wasn't. I wasn't, and I never would be.
FUCK ME FOR FUCKS SAKE. There was my chance. My chance to be loved again. My chance to live again. Why did I do this? Why am I so fucking stupid?
Maybe the depression is going to my head.
Maybe I'm not meant to be loved.
Maybe I'm not meant to love.
Maybe I'm not meant to live.
So...I won't.
No one will miss me. I'm a street kid.
JUST a street kid. Why live when you have nothing to live for?
I ran down the streets to the bridge at the end of Christie Road. It was dark, empty, perfect.
I took a few shaky steps towards the bridge as cars roared past me. I looked over the edge, down into the rapids below. The good thing was, I couldn't swim. Much easier to drown.....
I climbed up onto the stone ledge, which overlooked the river.
"Hey! J! Stop!"
I spun around on the spot to see Billie Joe standing there.
Billie's POV
"J! NO!" I screamed. She turned to me and shook her head slowly.
"WAIT! JUST SPEAK TO ME! PLEASE!" I cried, running over. She held up her hand, and I stopped dead.
"I'm sorry," She whispered, and she turned to face the sky.
"Jesus, this one is for you. I always knew you hated me. Well guess what? I hat me to. And now I'm coming to join you up there, so see you in hell you fucked up jackass."
She turned to face me, her arms spread out wide.....and fell, fell back, down into the waters below. I ran over to the edge screaming her name.
I stared into the rapids, and saw nothing but a bright red Adeline street hat.
After she took me back to her house, and asked me to watch TV with her sons whilst she talked to Billie. I obeyed silently, still in slight awe of my life changing 24 hours.
"Hiya, I'm Jake, what's your name?"
"J," I replied to the little dude's question. Joey looked at me for a second before speaking.
"Hi," he said slowly.
"Hi," I said quietly. We all turned back to the TV.
After about ten minutes Billie came through with Adie. "Hey, J. Nice hat," Billie grinned.
"Thanks," I smiled. "I love it."
"Yeah.... it's pretty cool," Billie laughed.
"C'mon, J, we better go put away all your clothes," Adie said. I followed her upstairs, into the spare room.
"But- why? I mean, won't I be leaving-"
"Do you want to leave?" Adie interrupted.
"I- well, not really-"
"Good. You can stay," Adie said simply and began folding my clothes. I stared at her.
"It's not as simple as that!" I burst out.
"Yes, sweety, it is," she said absentmindedly.
"No it's not! I can't just move in with complete strangers!"
"But we don't mind, Billie and me, we would love you to," Adie sat me down on the bed and hugged me. I pushed her away.
"But why? No one gives a damn about me! I'm a kid on the streets, I don't have a family, no one loves me, and I'm alone! That's how it's meant to be! This shouldn't be happening!"
Adie stared at me, confused.
"But- is this not a good thing?" She said. I shook my head.
"No. I don't know fucking how. But it's not I know it. I can't stay here!"
With that I ran out of the room. She started running after me.
I leapt down the stairs right into Billie Joe.
"Whoa, where are you going?" He said.
"Away!" I cried. He grabbed my arms.
"Why?" He said into my ear.
"I don't belong here!"
I wrenched myself from his grasp and ran from the house of my dreams, which was now apparently the house of my nightmares.
***
Later on I was back to doing what I did best. wandering the streets. I had seen Billie's car quite a few times, but I just ran away.
I bet you think I am one messed up fucker- running away from Billie and Adie. But you don't get it.... see, it didn't feel right. I didn't belong there, I could feel it, they were all family, and I was an outsider. They both tried to make me feel like one of them but I wasn't. I wasn't, and I never would be.
FUCK ME FOR FUCKS SAKE. There was my chance. My chance to be loved again. My chance to live again. Why did I do this? Why am I so fucking stupid?
Maybe the depression is going to my head.
Maybe I'm not meant to be loved.
Maybe I'm not meant to love.
Maybe I'm not meant to live.
So...I won't.
No one will miss me. I'm a street kid.
JUST a street kid. Why live when you have nothing to live for?
I ran down the streets to the bridge at the end of Christie Road. It was dark, empty, perfect.
I took a few shaky steps towards the bridge as cars roared past me. I looked over the edge, down into the rapids below. The good thing was, I couldn't swim. Much easier to drown.....
I climbed up onto the stone ledge, which overlooked the river.
"Hey! J! Stop!"
I spun around on the spot to see Billie Joe standing there.
Billie's POV
"J! NO!" I screamed. She turned to me and shook her head slowly.
"WAIT! JUST SPEAK TO ME! PLEASE!" I cried, running over. She held up her hand, and I stopped dead.
"I'm sorry," She whispered, and she turned to face the sky.
"Jesus, this one is for you. I always knew you hated me. Well guess what? I hat me to. And now I'm coming to join you up there, so see you in hell you fucked up jackass."
She turned to face me, her arms spread out wide.....and fell, fell back, down into the waters below. I ran over to the edge screaming her name.
I stared into the rapids, and saw nothing but a bright red Adeline street hat.
