Cry Me A River
Free Bird (Lynyrd Skynyrd)
NICO
I sit on the bus, fiddling with my earphones. My chemical romance is blasting out of them, and I resist the urge to shout along with the lyrics. I'm nervous. The bus is running late today and I'm not sure if I'll get home in time today to stop…him. That bastard who, if I'm not home, will beat my 10 year old sister instead of me, because I usually take her beatings. He hates her even more than he hates me. When my mom was pregnant she had a tumor in her stomach, and if they removed it her baby would die, and if they didn't, she would die in childbirth. I was six at the time. My mom chose to let my sister Maggie live while she died, and my dick of a father blames Maggie for it. I check my phone.
4:23
Shit. If I'm not home by 4:30 my dad is going to snap Maggie like a twig. The beatings have been getting more severe lately, and I've got half a mind to just take Maggie and leave. He's been crazy since mom died, getting drunk every night. He lost his job about 2 months ago, and that's when the increased beatings started. I get home exactly 47 minutes past 4. I walk in the door to find Maggie in the kitchen lying face down on the floor. There's a small pool of blood by her head. She's groaning and her shirts off and dad is taking off his belt. This is the worst beating I've seen so far and I snap. There's a lot of things in this fucked up world we live in that tick me off, but the number one thing is when dad beats Maggie. I snap and charge at him, tackling him to the floor with all my strength. I may be only 15 but he didn't see it coming. He pushes me off easily and tries to punch me. I side step but the next punch nails me in the gut. Suddenly my sister's 10-year-old foot lodges itself in his manhood and he goes down with a groan. Maggie's got a busted lip and 2 gashes, one on her forehead the other on her cheek. There bleeding a lot, and clearly she'd been on the floor for a long time considering the pool of blood. Her shirt is back on.
"Maggie, listen closely. In my room there's a packed duffel bag and a empty one. Take the empty on and pack it with your stuff. You don't have much time. I'll try to hold dad back when he gets up. Now GO!"
She nods and runs upstairs. 2 minutes later dad is up. I simply kick him in the stomach, hard. It winds him but not for long. I then kick him in the balls and he goes down…again. Maggie comes back with both duffel bags and I sling one on each shoulder.
"Where will we go?" she asks?
"I already know a place…"
we run outside, and to my friend Patrick's house. He's just about the only other American family in our town. We on a little off the map town in japan. I walk in the door without knocking. I don't have time for knocking. He's about to say something when he sees the bags
"oh, so todays the day then, huh?"
"yeh" I reply grimly.
"I'll get my keys"
Patrick's a senior, and I've been planning on leaving since the beginning of 9th grade. Its now the end of ninth grade, and I've finally decided to get out of that house.
"You guys have been…planning this, havnt you?" Maggie asks
"yeh" we reply in union.
so me and Maggie get into his Nissan murano, me and the passenger seat, her in the back with the bags. We're driving to the train station so I geuss its time to talk a little about myself and my sister. Maggie is in 4th grade and she's now ten. Her birthday is may 6th . she has straight shoulder length black hair. My hair is very scruffy. My bangs go down to just above my nose and just past my neck in the back. Its black, though I usually die it random colors to piss my dad it was blue. I geuss I don't have to do that anymore. Maggies wearing a my chemical romance t-shirt and ripped grey jeans. I have a plain black t-shirt on with black jeans. Maggie and I have a lot in common. We both like a lot of dark clothes and the same bands. I wont bore you with petty details though; I'm sure you want to find out the rest of our story.
We get to the train station and say our good byes to Patrick.
"maybe I'll comeback one day"
"maybe I'll visit you one day…where are you headed again?"
"…. West City"
So we buy the tickets, board the train and find a cabin. I rummage through my bags. There's 800 Zeni(A/N I know zeni isn't supposed to work like that, but just translate 1 zeni into 1 dollar. It just makes it seem easier.) Witch I had been saving up to buy a car with, my phone, iPod, toiletries, clothes and some books. It's about 5 hours from where we are to west city, so I pass the time by writing a song. Music is probably the only thing I'm good at, so I think about it a lot. As I flip through my notepad I find earlier pieces of work I'd written. One entitled "cancer" another by the name of "Pathetic" I entitled my next one "Photograph" it was different then the alternative songs I'd usually write. I finished it by the time the train stopped in west city. Maggie and I departed the train and took a walked to the nearest hotel. Summer began the next day.
We're finally free. We can live without fear. I grinned. We'd gotten of one train and boarded a better one.
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So…that was chapter 1. We didn't meet any DBZ characters yet. I promise that will come in the next chapter. There are still some secrets to be told, but the story won't be this dark for a while. I'm keeping it at a happier tone for a while, because I got most of the dramatic stuff out of the way, though the sadistic bastard in me enjoyed writing it…lol. In the next chapter there will be a short bit in Maggies POV of the night they left, but not very long. I promise chapter 2 will be Much longer!
-Nonsence330