Tearful Wishes
By Starchill
When meeting friends, you'd never want to let go of them, but you'd probably have to since you are going away to a boarding school. And it gets harder when you meet new friends. R&R
Rated: T for some alcohol and violence.
Chapter 1. Lazy Summer Days…
"Isn't this great, us fourteen year olds enjoying a summer day, being friends, and enjoying…" Robin was cut off.
"Nice steaming hot July Hot dogs… and…" Now Cyborg was cut off. Cyborg got his nickname because he draws many, and many robots, and cars with the latest techniques.
Beast Boy came up from the water, and pretended he was a fountain spiting out water, "a nice cool lake."
The others laughed. Raven looked over her book to her friends and smiled at them for that she too was enjoying it.
"Yeah…" Robin laid back into the grass staring up at the sky underneath a tree's shadow. "There's nothing better than this. And pretty soon, we all will be fifteen…" Yeah… This has been the best summer of my life, the fresh air, the cool shades, no school, and me chilling with my best friends.
They all sighed. Cyborg finished off the last of his hot dog in one gulp. He waited five minutes; he didn't feel too full anyway so he joined Beast Boy in the water. Robin closed his eyes and started to daze like a lazy old cat. He breathed calmly through his chest in and out. His arms folded back and tucked underneath the back of his head. He took off his sneakers by kicking them off and bent one leg over his other knee, then breathed solemnly again.
The Goth like friend with her grey purple eyes looked beyond the lake and to the mountains. She smoothly leaned back under her umbrella and rested her book upon her chest. Hugging it as it was her most prized position, besides her friends being her biggest adventure, and her favorite treasure. She soon did the same as Robin, her best friend. She looked at him with a smile, then the others, then shut them to dream. A nice breeze flowed through their hair.
Beast Boy swam with his best friend Cyborg. They laughed child like yet innocently as they splashed water at each other. Cyborg and Beast Boy smirked at each other and dunked for each other. A little droplet fell onto the painless of Raven's left cheek, but she did not flinch. It felt cool since it was a hot day. Cyborg and Beast Boy started to race to the other side, which was probably 20 feet out, not much. But if they went out more to the lake, they would be exhausted and probably drown from paining cramps. They climbed out of the water towards a tree with a swing. Both hopped on together, Let go of the tree and went flying then diving. Cyborg gazed upon the silver fish with Beast Boy; they pointed them out and admired them. They had an idea. Beast Boy and Cyborg found some rather string at the lakes bottom in the shallow part. They broke two branches off a random tree, and decided to go fishing.
Yes it was another perfect summer day, good friends, and good times.
They settled there fun right at dusk, Robin's favorite time of the day. Cyborg packed up his art, his mini grill, his left over food, and his fish he caught into his car. He waved off to his friends and drove off. Beast Boy took two fingers to his head and shot them out to Raven and Robin, he turned into a falcon and flew off into the clouds.
As for Raven and Robin, she hugged him tightly and wished him a good night.
"Leaving?" He asked as he smiled.
Raven nodded, and took some steps back, "I have to go home to my mother. She needs a bit help with her pet doves in her green house. I also told her I wanted to collect their fallen feathers and probably make a nice silky smooth cloak with it. She folded up her towel. She noticed she was still in her swim suit so she dragged up her black baggy pants up her legs and didn't flinch to put her top over the top part of her one piece. She gathered all her items in a circle around her. They started to fade from black to white to dust. She waved and smiled as she hummed. She soon too faded with the other dust, her hums fading and yet echoing through the mountains. Now all that Robin could hear was the humming of humming birds, taking up the last bit of the flowers essence, and bats chiming to trees. The little fire in front of Robin had one flame left as the stars started to fall onto the clouds above.
Robin sighed wishing that summer would never end. Too bad there was only one week left.
He watched the flame die out. Robin picked up his sneakers and walked up three streets bare foot. He opened his front door to a drunken dad and a crying mother. Robin's eyes narrowed as he dropped his shoes. His father noticed.
"Wellla…" He rocked back on one foot, then forward stumbling to Robin. He leaned on Robin's shoulder. "Where in the ba hoosie sand hill havea youas been!" He smiled and burped in his ear. Robin squinted one eye in disgust of his own fathers alcohol stained breath. He coughed. Robin's father pinched his cheek tightly. Robin shuffled under his arm twirled fast like around and put his hands up with caution walking a few steps slowly backwards.
"Dad, please don't do that again." Robin claimed.
"Why not my lovely boy?" Robin's father rocked forward toward him again, except now he spilt his bottle of beer on Robin's light blue shirt. Robin's arms flew up and he bent his stomach in looking down at his shirt with his chin tucked to his neck, "DAD! My favorite shirt!"
His father's head was bowed and dead, until he looked up. He glared at Robin with his blood shot eyes. "You spilt me beer? Ah-hahahhaha! YOU spilt MY BEER?" He sputtered and spitted.
Robin stood with no ideas on what to do, just soaked and wrenched of a strong stink.
Robin's mother shook a wooden chipped spoon at him, "Now you are going to get it." She cried emotionally. She lifted her hair from her cheek to show a giant bruise, and Robin noticed she reeked of alcohol. He looked down at the apron around her waist, it was on backwards. He grabbed it and tore it off; her apron was damp and stained with alcohol. There was a cut as dried yet moisture blood stayed on her eye brow. It was obvious she was doing chores. While Robin's father finished half of a warm beer, he ordered her to get him a new one. She had refused and went to clean the dishes; behind her back he obviously crashed the half finished bottle over her head.
She started to cry again. Robin's eyes grew wide under his mask as he stared out of space at the horrible thoughts. Another beautiful perfect day that has gone to a drunken waste. He lost his thoughts as he felt a punch in his jaw. He screamed as he flew back over his father's chair. He soon remembered some tricks from an old friend that he would help out. He did community service for the innocence and good people; the person he took care of was his 2nd best friend from Raven. Bruce. Robin's mask furled into a glare and he gritted his teeth. His new foster parents were just trash. His mother was so emotional, Robin loved her but she always claimed to him that he hated her. And his father was so happy when drunk, but only for 5 minutes, than was abusive. He lived with the trash for 7 years now. His real parents died in a circus performance. Bruce noticed his pain when he was taking care of him, so he attempted to adopt him, but only for a bit.
Robin clenched his fist with rage, once again. He was ready. His father like a bull stampeded towards him. Robin grabbed his shoulders and did the splits as he jumped over his father.
"Robin! Please don't hurt Zack!" Julie, his mother yelled.
Robin jumped towards the ground and planed to trip the drunken beast of a dad, Zack. It worked! Robin swung his foot up then down hard for his face, but Zack grabbed hold of it and twisted it, making Robin twist and fall too. Still holding his foot, Zack stood up and flipped Robin. He fell hard onto his chin on the floor. Zack reached down for his foot again and grabbed it. But Robin twisted his waist and kicked Zack up in the jaw.
Zack screamed and crashed into a stand that held a vase, it fell upon Zack's head. Robin got to his feet and prepared his fists again. His father stood up above taller than him and screamed. He grabbed for Robin's throat holding him up a few feet from the ground. Zack pulled out a gun from his back pocket and held it to his head. Robin gasped for air, but with a strong heel, he kicked Zack's gut. Zack fell back and shot the ceiling. Julie screamed. And the noise shocked Zack. He held his heart and fell back into the glass again. "Robin, help!" He screeched with a hand out to him. Robin sat there, crouched. His chest on his knees, he stood a bit on the front of his feet, but with one hand forward on the floor to guide him balance. He glared at him, but his eyes grew wide in shock, than narrowed.
Julie came running to Zack and started to give him CPR. Robin touched reality again. He ran towards a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out pain pills for the heart. Zack's blood pressure was too high again. All from anger management, work, being stressed, and beer.
Julie cried but Zack was OK. Robin handed her the pills. She gasped into Zack from Robin and slinked into him with fear. She snatched the pills and water bottle violently from Robin and screamed, "Stand back you monster! I hate you! You hate me! You're a monster." Robin gritted his teeth but let go as he climbed the stair way to his room.
All that was in his room was a lamp without a stand or shade. Burnt ashes and blackness dots into the wall and carpet, it smelled like smoke. Obviously before Robin moved in, it was Zack's game and smoke room. There was a closet filled with clothes. A wallet on the ground with fifty dollars. And a damaged, smoggy, old, mattress with out neither a pillow nor a blanket. And a phone. Robin slammed the door behind him. He finally noticed, he had grabbed Zack's gun and was now in his back pocket. He laid back on his bed. I hate this world, I hate it! I wonder what's out there beyond it. He starred hard out his window as he lay. I miss Cyborg, and Raven, and Beast Boy. I wonder what Cyborg's doing since Raven's busy.
Robin reached over towards his phone and started to dial away. There was 3 rings until a woman answered the phone crying a bit.
"Miss? Is Cyborg there?" Robin asked? The woman talked to him for a bit, then Robin's eyes widened with fear. He hung up slowly, and then took the phone off the hook so no one else could call, not even Raven. He was sure she heard about it too. Cyborg, no, why? A drunk hit him? It must not be Zack, that's what. Robin pulled out the gun from his back pocket, as his hand shook with fear he held it to the left of his collar bone. "NO!" He dropped it. I must go see him at the hospital. Robin was about to get up from the bed until Zack slammed open the door. Robin jumped but in a flash he threw the gun out the window.
"Listen you little punk! I am tired of your punk butt attitude. Your mother and I have chose your future tomorrow, on where you'll be going. You think you're so tough, I think not, and you better change your ways from this. Happily, you'll never see those snot brat friends of yours, because you're going to boarding school!" Zack spitted through his whole plan.
"WHAT?" Robin screamed.
