Frank's POV
'Welcome to Belleville'
I was staring out the car window. Me and Mom were finally moving, and as the sign had just informed me, we had arrived in our new home. A fresh start, without Dad.
"I fucking hate you!"
They were the last words I heard my Dad say, and we started packing and had arrived at grans later that night. Dad was drunk. He was an alcoholic. He was destroying his body, his life and the people who surrounded him lives too. He always said horrible stuff like that, and had punched me a coupla' times too. He'd done worse to my Mom; she has the scars to remind her. But at least we got away.
We stayed at my Grandma's (my Mom's mom) in Philadelphia for a week and a half. in that time my Mom bought a house and got a new job(at a salon or someplace) in Belleville, NJ. I couldn't deny it, I was - no - am SUPER excited. We pulled up to the driveway. 68 Salter Place was our new address, and although our new house wasn't huge, it was nice and homely. I walked in. The stairs were to my right, the living room then the back/storage room to my left, and kitchen straight ahead at the back. I went back out to help Mom with the stuff, all packed in and on top of our crappy Volvo Estate car. we dumped most of it in the back room.
I went upstairs. At the top of the landing was the bathroom, and to the left was two bedrooms. The bedrooms were roughly matching in size, maybe the one at the end slightly bigger. I took this one as my new bedroom and shoved my few items in there. Mom soon followed, placing her stuff in her room.
Tomorrow was Sunday, when some friends would come and give us their old furniture (as we were in a rush to leave the old apartment and had no room for the main furniture). We were only getting: 2 sofas a tv, the kitchen stuff, and a few dressers and wardrobes.
Gerard's POV
"Fag!"
I ignored them and carried on walking. They went back to drinking their alcohol, sniggering. They are in some of my classes at school, but luckily it's my last year. Just need to pass art and then I'm off to Art school, which is pretty close (Newark) so I'll still be living at home. Unfortuantly I'm currently on my street now meaning them pricks live close by.
I wish i'd never of made out with Bert right outside the school. It's his fault for being so pushy. Everyone calls me shit and i hate it. I don't even like Bert anymore, he was abusive so we broke up. Well, I broke up with him. Luckily he doesn't go to my school, i met him at a bar.
I used to drink alot, 1 or 2 years ago, after my Dad died. It was only for a couple of months, and my best friend/brother, Mikey, knew. He couldn't control me though. I was about to start drugs; cocaine; in my little basement bedroom. He caught me and got rid of the coke, replacing it with coffee and a cigarette. That's when he stopped me going out to drink too, and, with Mikey's help, I pulled through. He was worried that it'd start again when the homophobes started calling, but i'm stronger than that now. I also have the support of my Mom for my sexuality, the fact I don't like girls at all doesn't bother her. She doesn't care that i won't be able to have her Grandkids, she just lets me be myself.
As I arrived at my house, I realised there was a car in the driveway across the street and the 'for sale' sign was gone. That house had only been empty for a few months, the former owner being a little old lady who'd died. I'd visited her once or twice, and our houses (layout) are exactly alike, except ours has a basement.
I walked into my house, curious of our new neighbours.
"Mom?"
"Yes honey, I'm in the kitchen" Mom replied.
"We got new neighbours?" I said questionly, slumping into the kitchen and sitting on the breakfast bar.
"Yup. Wanna come with me to meet them at around 4 or 5pm? Take some sponge cake, introduce ourselves, help them out and settle, you know?"
"Yeah, sure Mom. Mikey coming?"
"No, he's staying. Reading comics I'll bet," I chuckled as she passed me dinner.
"Okay, we'll go at half 4?" Mom asked, a couple of minutes later, while pulling the cake out of the oven.
"For sure! I'll just go freshen up" We both exchanged warm smiles before I went down the stairs behind the door, located at the back of the kitchen, to my bedroom.