He sat on a crowded bus in the far back with his guitar in the corner and his father's Army duffle bag, God only knew where the bastard was now. All he knew was he was riding on bus, a one way ticket straight to Hell. His mind lingered on, his band, his friends at school, everything destroyed all because of his mother.
Oh I think its best if you went and stayed with your uncle in the mountains, you need to finish school, you are failing, probably because of that damn band of yours, you arent going to wind up like that damn bastard of your father, you're better than that. he mimicked his mother's words in his head. He grumbled,
Damn it, I cant let this happen, my band, what's going to happen to my band? he thought to himself as he took out a cell phone and started dialing a number,
"Come on, pick the damn phone up!" he screamed,
"Eric, what the hell are you doing, where are you, you better not flake on us today, we have practice right after school and you didn't even bother to show up for school, you better have a damn good excuse," one of his band members freaking out.
"Shut up man, my mother put me on this damn bus, one way ticket to Hell, this is for real man, my mother will not let me off this bus, she has eyes everywhere, watching my every move," Eric harshly.
"You cant leave the city, where are you banished to?" his band member laughing,
"Hey Tristan, get your fucking ass out of that damn school, you guys have got to come up with something, bail me out of this, I'm headed to damn Hickville USA, a little town in the mountains called Cavene, where its so fucking isolated, like a fucking padded room," Eric softly and harshly.
"That's where they will put you very soon, look man, you're just going to have to suffer through it, you're almost out of school, just hang tight till you graduate, we can practice on the weekends, and as soon as graduation is over, we'll rescue you, but for now you're a Helldog, hey, that's a wicked nickname for you chump, hey guys, get a load of this, Eric, oh wait, Helldog is on his way to the mountains," Eric hearing Tristan telling the other band members, they were all laughing in the phone.
"Thanks guys, thanks a lot, Tristan didn't you hear me, I said I am going to the damn mountains, how are we going to practice on weekends, I've got no fucking money, the mountains are too damn far, there's no way that could ever work!" Eric standing up on the bus.
"Sit down now," the driver screamed, Eric was way too pissed off,
"Why don't you stop the damn bus and come back here and make me," Eric screamed at the driver.
"Hey Eric, sounds like you are having a bit of fun but we have school to get back to, we'll come see you on the weekends, we cant replace you, there's not another lead guitar player out there as good as you are, c-ya Helldog," Tristan hanging up. Eric groaned from having been thrown on his back halfway up to the front of the bus, he slapped his cell phone shut, got up, gave the driver a dirty look, and walked back to his seat. Someone started playing a Harmonica to make Eric's life on the way to Hell a little more chipper. Eric sighed and growled as he quickly pulled out his portable CD player and listened to his band to see if he could find any flaws in the music and tried to figure out a new song.