D/C: Nope!
A/N: Oh my god! My first ever prologue … this is incredibly exciting! And the first story I've ever written that deserves and M. *bites nails* Anyway … enjoy….
Umm … the title is the title of a song that I had to look up to discover is sung by someone called Kelly Clarkson who apparently won American Idol … or something. I've got no idea. I just wanted the title, so I robbed it! =D
Also, this is probably born slightly out of watching the film 'Get Real' again, which I only did because I read xrifree's story nice boys dont play rock n rollBut this plot's totally different … I promise. So yeah "nice boys dont play rock n roll" it's really good…. Check it out if you haven't already. It's better than this one! What are you still doing here? There are other better stories...
No? Still here? Fine, this is what I have for you so far...
Another godforsaken town, another chance to start again, another new life, another new place, another new school. It was bullshit. Every last bit of it. Moving home five times in three years was too much for any kid. What was the point in making friends? What was the point in working hard at school? It wouldn't matter.
They wouldn't be here long, maybe just until the recent need for staff at Cohosh and Pips Steel factory subsided and Ol' Jack Kinney was made redundant again for excessive alcohol intake before attempting to work heavy machinery. Then, they would get poorer and poorer, slowly starving to death whilst they waited for a so-called God to answer the endless streams of prayers St Joan would send his way. Eventually, when they were surviving on half a meal a day and the electric and gas had been cut off, a job would come up on the other side of the country and they'd up and leave with Joan claiming God had answered her prayers while Jack remained too drunk to function. It was an endless cycle of bullshit and lies and Brian Kinney was sick of being caught up in it.
He hated that every Sunday his mother would drag his father, himself and his two brothers off to church. He hated that he would sit there and listen to the minister drone on and fucking on about a man who'd lived over 2000 years ago. The only good thing Jesus had done, as far as Brian could tell, was be born and die. At least those events had given the world Christmas and Easter. Not that those days particularly mattered in the Kinney calendar but they usually made more of an impact than any of the three boys' birthdays.
Jack junior often claimed that until his fifth birthday, he used to receive presents and cake and even had a party but Brian and Eric found that hard to believe. Eric couldn't remember any parties on any of his birthdays, despite the photographic evidence that his first birthday had indeed been celebrated. It was a few months after that Jack Kinney had lost his job and the shit second class life had begun. They barely had enough money to make it through anyway and then Joan had become pregnant again and Jack had done everything to convince her to get rid of the baby. Of course, Joan Kinney's religious beliefs had meant that nine months later she'd given birth to another fucking miracle; Brian.
Over time, things in the Kinney family had become bitter and gnarled and coping had been left in the hands of their vices. Jack had turned to drink, so Joan had turned to the lord. Jack had turned to violence, so Joan had turned to drink. The parents had turned into messes, so the sons had turned into hateful, heartless bastards….