Chapter Two.
Didn't find my notebook... had to completely re-write this chapter... I'm freaking mad :)
Priestly woke to bright sunshine flooding through his car window, making him regret his decision even more. He'd been driving for two weeks, and he was pretty sure he wandered into Santa Cruz last night.
The past two weeks he'd been trying his best to get a job, but it was hard. Either they wouldn't heir him because of his looks or the fact he was a homeless seventeen year old. He'd even skipped on the blue 'hawk every time he took an interview, and wore one of the less loud shirts.
He sat up and opened the door, letting the salty ocean air wake him up. He found it was better than any coffee. He waited a moment for his body to catch up with him before he decided to explore, look for a job maybe. Or maybe he'd just explore until he starved to death in an ally somewhere.
He moved and his side pulled painfully, the bruise was still there and it hurt worse than ever. He decided maybe a he'd broke a rib, it was almost unbearable at night, sleeping stretched out on the car seats. After the pain subsided he took a breath and pulled him self up and out of the car, looking around the parking lot he'd crashed in, he promised the owner of the store he'd be out by morning.
Something tugged at him, an ache for him to do something. Something he'd been dreading for weeks. He trudged into the store, getting a small smile from the women working the counter. He asked her if he could use the phone.
So here he was huddled in the back room with the phone to his ear, his fingers hovering over the key pad. He bite his lip and thought it over one more time bore he took the leap and dialed.
"Hello?" Came a soft voice over the line. He breathed a sigh of relief it was her answering. He wouldn't know what he'd have done if it was his father.
"Mom?" He said hesitantly.
"Boaz? Oh my God where are you!" She exclaimed, relief and joy was obvious in her voice, it made his heart clench.
"Can't tell you that.. you'll tell him," He told her softly. He felt pathetic, afraid of his father. He was seventeen, eighteen in December. Why should he be afraid?
"Please come home? Please he's sorry, he's so sorry! We've been looking everywhere for you?" She begged, her voice filling with sadness. He listened as she started to sniffle, trying her best to keep it hidden.
Priestly closed his eyes and leaned heavily on the table he was balancing on, shifting all his weight on his none hurt side, her words hitting hard. All his life he took care of her, she the same with him. He believed her so many times, it wasn't his fault, he's sick, he loves you. Maybe he did, love him. Maybe he was sick. But he knew he'd do it again, he always did it was only a matter of time.
"I'm OK, I'll call whenever I can, but I wont tell you where I am, I wont, not until he's gone," He said firmly. He'd been telling her that for the last few years, to just leave him. Then when Cas was born he begged her even harder, not wanting his baby sister to go through what he did. He had tried so hard, even went as far as calling the police for help. His father was a very respected man, and people believed whatever he said, so it was forgotten.
"Boaz! You have to come home! Your still a minor we can talk about this again when your eighteen but for right now your a child so come home!" She demanded, trying to get him to listen with the mom voice. He shook his head, clenching his fist, the ring he bought digging painfully into his palm.
"Love you, love Cas," Then he hung up. He stood there for a moment, realizing he was finally truly alone.
He was hungry. The money he left with was slowly dwindling and he was saving the rest for when he was truly desperate.
He had no idea what to do, where to go. He was just lost.
He looked at his surroundings. A little street with shops lined up and down it, the ocean just a few yards away. He figured this is where they got the best costumers with all the tourists he'd seen that day. His eyes scanned the store windows, before landing on a small sandwich shop, a sign in hanging in the window.
"Help wanted, normal need not apply"
If he was anything it wasn't normal. So he took a breath a prayed again to whoever was listening, then walked into the small shop.
It was small, but homey. At the register sat a blond girl in a blue T-shirt with her hair pulled up into pig tails. She was absorbed into the computer she was typing at furiously, he couldn't help but crack a grin as she suddenly huffed and slammed one of the keys. She looked up at him and her eyes widened, her cheeks flaming red.
"I-I'm so sorry I didn't see you there and this- this thing is so frustrating," She exclaimed glaring at the monitor.
"Don't worry about it," Priestly smiled, inching up to the counter, resting his hands on it.
"I'm Jen," She smiled, reaching her hand out for him to shake.
"Priestly," He said taking her hand.
"Can I help you, Priestly?" Jen asked, grabbing a little note pad.
He shook his head, biting his lip again, a nervous habit he'd gained over the years. He mentally counted the money in his pocket, not enough to waste. He decided he'd wait until tomorrow to get something to eat, he could wait until then. For now he needed to get a job so he'd have something to fall back on when tomorrow came and went.
"I saw the sign in your window, the offer still open," he asked. Jen smiled, eyes tracing him up and down, pausing on his 'hawk and his clothes.
"Yeah I think Trucker would definitely like to meet you," She said lightly, another smile on her face. In Jen's face he saw laughter, something he instantly liked. She seemed kind and.. well that was enough for Priestly to like anyone.
"Trucker the owner of this place," He asked, then realized that was stupid. "Well of course he is or why else would he want to talk to me," He said out loud before he thought, making Jen's grin widen.
"He's in the back I'll go get him," She said, getting up from the stool behind the counter and heading to the back room. Priestly nodded and looked around, the shop was done in surfer decor with a bit of random tossed in. He liked it, it was cool, a lot more fun than most of the stuffy restaurants in his old town.