I Need Your Love Tonight
Disclaimer: I don't own Stand By Me nor do I own The Body by Stephen King, but I do own Valerie Abraham, Bradley Smith-Abraham, and Wesley Abraham.
"Come on dad, your not actually serious." I spat, obviously astonished by the thought of leaving all my friends and even my family! 'Wesley' smiled and patted my head.
"At least your step-brother will be able to come too, after all your mother," the last word was spat out like rattlesnake venom, "gave up her rights to him." My brother… my step-brother was three years older than me, which made him sixteen. My brother had his blond hair and blue eyed face and I had plain black hair with green eyes—like father.
"Leaving Castle Rock, for another Castle Rock across the fucking county!"
"Language, young lady." I scoffed and folded my arms. My green eyes filled with an old spark of pure heat.
"Start packing, because we'll be leaving tomorrow morning." It was finally summer break and we had to move. Bradley walked in with a red headed broad wrapped around his finger—yes! Thank the lord I'm not the only one with something I'll miss—his fan club.
"Hey brother." I shot up the steps as I heard Bradley yell in frustration from the news. I covered my mouth and chuckled quietly to myself and shut the door.
It was approximately two o'clock in the morning when I was finally finished taking apart my bed, my shelves, my desk, and packing all my crap. Bradley was still rustling around in his room, even talking to himself—which was rare for him. I was moving back and forth from the upstairs to the downstairs and into the garage until about four o'clock in the morning, when finally—I was done.
"Mornin' hun." My dad's voice rang out in the empty house. Surely some of my friends would miss me, even Jamie—my enemy. I closed my eyes as they felt red and my cheeks were blotchy from the dust in my room—yes I was allergic to the dust that was commonly found in rooms.
The next few hours were hell, I had to help my brother move his stuff from upstairs to downstairs. My back was killing me along with my feet and neck. I wrenched it back and forth as we all fit in the front seat of the moving van. As the engine began to roar, memories randomly popped into my head and tears streamed down my face. As our van slowly dispersed from the driveway and down the street I looked back, only three words coming out of my mouth:
"Good bye life."
(Author's Note:
Yes, this is a new Stand By Me series. I don't know if I'll be making a sequel, but hey, whatever. Thanks for reading and please review.
Fin.)