The Science Assistant, chapter 3
[u]Rain's Perspective...[/u]
Home! Finally...I managed to hobble through the doorway and collapse on the couch. Luckily it was a Friday, so no school tomorrow! Yay! I dragged myself upstairs, and plopped on my bed, with my silver body, and black pick guard Squire Fender. I started to play Blitzkreig Bop by The Ramones. No one ever listens to them anymore.
I was right in the middle chorus, when the phone rang. I gimped to the beside table and picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Rain?" The voice said.
"Um, yeah?"
"It's Franky..."
"Oh hi! Wait, how the hell did you get my number?"
"Phonebook...it took me eight times to get it right..."
"Ha! But, anyway, why'd you call?"
"'Cause I was bored."
"Why call me? Don't you have friends?"
"I happen to have friends, but I wanted to call this particular one."
"So we're friends now, are we?"
"Yes."
"I never agreed to that."
"Deal with it."
"If my knees we're dead, I would find you and kick your ass."
"I'm so scared."
"You should be"
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really! Where do you live? I want to find you, and fight."
"Bring it on!" He said, and gave me the address.
How the hell am I going to do this? I can barely walk. Oh well, I'll deal. I barely made it downstairs, and into my car.
A couple minutes later, I arrived. I hobbled up to the door. Damn, this house was HUGE!!! I knocked on the door. Frankito answered.
"Hey!" He said.
"Hi..." I said and walked inside. "Nice house..." I gazed around the room.
"Yeah..." He said avoiding eye contact. Heh...I just thought of something evil.
I did a side kick right into his chest. He obviously was caught off-gaurd, and fell on his ass. It did hurt me too, but oh well...
"I win!!!" I yelled.
"That was not fair!" He yelled.
"Oh well, I still beat you!!!" I yelled. I did a little victory dance. But before I knew what happened, I was on my ass too.
"What the hell?" I asked. "How dare you hurt a cripple!"
"You didn't look to crippled when you kicked me..." He replied, helping me up.
"Now I hurt more! Thanks a lot Frankito," I replied as I sat down on the sofa.
"Well you did come over here to fight!" He defended.
"Well maybe I didn't come over here to fight!" I said back.
"Then what did you come over here for?" He asked. Shit, he got me there.
"Ummm....I wanted company..." I said, hoping he would by my pathetic lie. I wasn't even sure why I did come over. "My guitar isn't very lively."
"You play?" He asked, suddenly interested.
"Yep," I replied.
"Me too, come to my room, and show me what you can do!" He said.
"Ew, that sounded really perverted..." I said. He rolled his eyes.
"You know what I meant." He replied.
He helped me up to his room, where I sat on his bed.
He handed me a red Gibson. I made sure it was in tune and started to play Worry Rock by Green Day. When I finished he sighed.
"I know that song to well..." He said. Before I could answer a voice rang out through the house.
"FRAAANKIIIITTOOOOO!!!!!" It yelled.
"Shit!" He said. "My dad's home!"
"What's the big deal?" I asked.
"He'll think the completely wrong idea..." He replied looking at me seriously.
"Oh come on, I really dont think he would..." I said.
"No, seriously, he's pretty perverted at times..." He said. Then the door opened.
"Hey Franki-" He stopped mid-word. "Who's this?" His eyebrowsed raised staring at me. His dad looked really familiar.
"It's just a friend," Franky replied.
"We're not freinds," I said. "I came to fight him. And I won!" I grinned stupidly.
"Haha!" The dad said. "Frankito got beat by a girl!"
"Shut up..." he muttered.
"Whatever I'll talk to you later..." He said before leaving the doorway.
Then I finally realized who he was.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! YOUR DAD IS TRE' COOL!!!" I yelled.
"Um, yeah..." Frankito said looking down.
"Woah...I can't believe I didn't reconize him before..." I said calming down.
Franky took the guitar from my hands and started playing. He was pretty good himself.
"You're good..." I said dropping the Tre' Cool subject.
"Thanks." He smiled.
A little later I went home. My knees were doing a lot better. I walked into my kitchen, looking for whatever can be ready in five minutes...toaster waffles...left over pizza....chicken....toaster waffles. I pulled them out and put them in the toaster. Healthy dinner...I grabbed my iPod and put it on shuffle. "Welcome to the Black Parade" came on.
"We'll carry on....
We'll carry on....
Though you're dead and gone,
believe me,
your memory will carry on!" I sang along.
My waffles popped up. I buttered them, and drowned them in syrup. Yum...
I ate them in silence.
It has been two hours. It's now eight. My parents should be home by now. What if something happened? No, nothing could...right? I watched TV until nine. Still no parents. I picked up the phone, and dialed my moms number.
1 ring...
2 rings...
3 rings...
*beep* Hi, you reached Dianna, I can't- *click*
"Hello?" said a weak voice of my mom.
"Mom? Where are you?" I asked.
"Rain? Oh my god...I'm at the hospital..." She said, her voice quivering. She suddenly burst into tears.
"Mom! Mom? Did something happen?" I asked..
"Your...your..." That's all she managed to say before crying again.
"Hello?" a deeper voice asked.
"Um, who's this?" I asked into the phone.
"Dr. Colin Horan, who's this?" said the doctor.
"Rain, Dianna's daughter...did something happen?" I questioned, getting a little scared.
"Yes, I'm sad to say your father is in a coma...he was stabbed multiple times by a man..." He said softly.
"What?" I gasped, tears forming in my eyes.
"I'm terribly sorry..." He said. I hung up.
I burried my head in my hands and started to cry.
How could this happen? Why?
I had no one to call, no one to comfort me...well, there was Franky.
I picked up the phone again, and called his number.
It was picked up quickly.
"Yellow?" Asked a familiar voice of Tre' Cool.
"Is Franky there...?" I asked in a shaky voice.
"Yepppp...." He said.
"Can I please speak with him?" I said, I really didn't need his stubborness right now.
"Yepppppp.... FFFFFRRRRAAAAAAAANNNKKKIIIIIIITTTTOOOOOO!!!" He yelled killing my ear. "YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS CALLING!!!!"
"I'm not his girlfriend..." I muttered.
"I'm Not Her BOYFRIEND!" I heard Franky yell to his dad. "Hello?"
"Franky? It's Rain..." I barely managed to say.
"Oh, hi Rain, is something wrong?" He asked sincerely.
"Yeah...can you come over?" I asked on the verge of tears.
"Sure...I'll be right over." I heard a hint of confusion in his voice.
Five minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to Frankito.
"Rain, whats wrong?" He questioned.
We walked into the living room.
"My dad's in a coma..." I said in a voice so soft it was a whisper. He didn't even say anything. He just pulled me into his arms and let me cry.
Home! Finally...I managed to hobble through the doorway and collapse on the couch. Luckily it was a Friday, so no school tomorrow! Yay! I dragged myself upstairs, and plopped on my bed, with my silver body, and black pick guard Squire Fender. I started to play Blitzkreig Bop by The Ramones. No one ever listens to them anymore.
I was right in the middle chorus, when the phone rang. I gimped to the beside table and picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Rain?" The voice said.
"Um, yeah?"
"It's Franky..."
"Oh hi! Wait, how the hell did you get my number?"
"Phonebook...it took me eight times to get it right..."
"Ha! But, anyway, why'd you call?"
"'Cause I was bored."
"Why call me? Don't you have friends?"
"I happen to have friends, but I wanted to call this particular one."
"So we're friends now, are we?"
"Yes."
"I never agreed to that."
"Deal with it."
"If my knees we're dead, I would find you and kick your ass."
"I'm so scared."
"You should be"
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really! Where do you live? I want to find you, and fight."
"Bring it on!" He said, and gave me the address.
How the hell am I going to do this? I can barely walk. Oh well, I'll deal. I barely made it downstairs, and into my car.
A couple minutes later, I arrived. I hobbled up to the door. Damn, this house was HUGE!!! I knocked on the door. Frankito answered.
"Hey!" He said.
"Hi..." I said and walked inside. "Nice house..." I gazed around the room.
"Yeah..." He said avoiding eye contact. Heh...I just thought of something evil.
I did a side kick right into his chest. He obviously was caught off-gaurd, and fell on his ass. It did hurt me too, but oh well...
"I win!!!" I yelled.
"That was not fair!" He yelled.
"Oh well, I still beat you!!!" I yelled. I did a little victory dance. But before I knew what happened, I was on my ass too.
"What the hell?" I asked. "How dare you hurt a cripple!"
"You didn't look to crippled when you kicked me..." He replied, helping me up.
"Now I hurt more! Thanks a lot Frankito," I replied as I sat down on the sofa.
"Well you did come over here to fight!" He defended.
"Well maybe I didn't come over here to fight!" I said back.
"Then what did you come over here for?" He asked. Shit, he got me there.
"Ummm....I wanted company..." I said, hoping he would by my pathetic lie. I wasn't even sure why I did come over. "My guitar isn't very lively."
"You play?" He asked, suddenly interested.
"Yep," I replied.
"Me too, come to my room, and show me what you can do!" He said.
"Ew, that sounded really perverted..." I said. He rolled his eyes.
"You know what I meant." He replied.
He helped me up to his room, where I sat on his bed.
He handed me a red Gibson. I made sure it was in tune and started to play Worry Rock by Green Day. When I finished he sighed.
"I know that song to well..." He said. Before I could answer a voice rang out through the house.
"FRAAANKIIIITTOOOOO!!!!!" It yelled.
"Shit!" He said. "My dad's home!"
"What's the big deal?" I asked.
"He'll think the completely wrong idea..." He replied looking at me seriously.
"Oh come on, I really dont think he would..." I said.
"No, seriously, he's pretty perverted at times..." He said. Then the door opened.
"Hey Franki-" He stopped mid-word. "Who's this?" His eyebrowsed raised staring at me. His dad looked really familiar.
"It's just a friend," Franky replied.
"We're not freinds," I said. "I came to fight him. And I won!" I grinned stupidly.
"Haha!" The dad said. "Frankito got beat by a girl!"
"Shut up..." he muttered.
"Whatever I'll talk to you later..." He said before leaving the doorway.
Then I finally realized who he was.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! YOUR DAD IS TRE' COOL!!!" I yelled.
"Um, yeah..." Frankito said looking down.
"Woah...I can't believe I didn't reconize him before..." I said calming down.
Franky took the guitar from my hands and started playing. He was pretty good himself.
"You're good..." I said dropping the Tre' Cool subject.
"Thanks." He smiled.
A little later I went home. My knees were doing a lot better. I walked into my kitchen, looking for whatever can be ready in five minutes...toaster waffles...left over pizza....chicken....toaster waffles. I pulled them out and put them in the toaster. Healthy dinner...I grabbed my iPod and put it on shuffle. "Welcome to the Black Parade" came on.
"We'll carry on....
We'll carry on....
Though you're dead and gone,
believe me,
your memory will carry on!" I sang along.
My waffles popped up. I buttered them, and drowned them in syrup. Yum...
I ate them in silence.
It has been two hours. It's now eight. My parents should be home by now. What if something happened? No, nothing could...right? I watched TV until nine. Still no parents. I picked up the phone, and dialed my moms number.
1 ring...
2 rings...
3 rings...
*beep* Hi, you reached Dianna, I can't- *click*
"Hello?" said a weak voice of my mom.
"Mom? Where are you?" I asked.
"Rain? Oh my god...I'm at the hospital..." She said, her voice quivering. She suddenly burst into tears.
"Mom! Mom? Did something happen?" I asked..
"Your...your..." That's all she managed to say before crying again.
"Hello?" a deeper voice asked.
"Um, who's this?" I asked into the phone.
"Dr. Colin Horan, who's this?" said the doctor.
"Rain, Dianna's daughter...did something happen?" I questioned, getting a little scared.
"Yes, I'm sad to say your father is in a coma...he was stabbed multiple times by a man..." He said softly.
"What?" I gasped, tears forming in my eyes.
"I'm terribly sorry..." He said. I hung up.
I burried my head in my hands and started to cry.
How could this happen? Why?
I had no one to call, no one to comfort me...well, there was Franky.
I picked up the phone again, and called his number.
It was picked up quickly.
"Yellow?" Asked a familiar voice of Tre' Cool.
"Is Franky there...?" I asked in a shaky voice.
"Yepppp...." He said.
"Can I please speak with him?" I said, I really didn't need his stubborness right now.
"Yepppppp.... FFFFFRRRRAAAAAAAANNNKKKIIIIIIITTTTOOOOOO!!!" He yelled killing my ear. "YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS CALLING!!!!"
"I'm not his girlfriend..." I muttered.
"I'm Not Her BOYFRIEND!" I heard Franky yell to his dad. "Hello?"
"Franky? It's Rain..." I barely managed to say.
"Oh, hi Rain, is something wrong?" He asked sincerely.
"Yeah...can you come over?" I asked on the verge of tears.
"Sure...I'll be right over." I heard a hint of confusion in his voice.
Five minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to Frankito.
"Rain, whats wrong?" He questioned.
We walked into the living room.
"My dad's in a coma..." I said in a voice so soft it was a whisper. He didn't even say anything. He just pulled me into his arms and let me cry.
