Chapter 3
Johnny woke up from the floor, he laid there for a moment longer than usual and blinked rapidly trying to figure out the last moments before he fell.
Johnny's Thoughts: "G'night big brother" in a meek voice, a jacket to his shoulders, throbbing head ache. What happened, why was I on the floor... SHIT! SHIT! Todd! Squee was here! HE WAS IN MY FUCKING HOUSE!
He stood in a jolt and saw his blood stained hands with pieces of hair still attached. The sight brought back the memory of him pulling at his hair, and hard, as he fought on what to do with Todd.
Johnny: SHIT! TODD!
He ran through the hall ignoring the blood, right now he must find Squee. Kitchen, nothing. Bathroom, empty. It was until he reached the living room that he found the small child cuddled to the stuffed animal name Shmee in the chair sitting in the middle of the room. Nny went to wake the boy but some unknown force to Nny stopped him in his tracks. He knelt down to eye level with the sleeping boy and stared.
Johnny's Thoughts: How can he sleep so uncomfortably? How can he even sleep while in this house, why must he be so...so... cute.
He gasped quietly. Nny's mind pulled a very rarely used word like "cute" from his brain vocabulary. He was scared at this word, this thought, these feelings he was feeling in his gut from this small boy. He must go away! Far, far away. Safely of course, but away. Nny began to pace.
Johnny's Thoughts: Where, where, where does one go for unwanted kids? Where, police station? Abandon him at a house? Hang a sign around his neck in front of the nearest burger joint!? FUCK!
Johnny was beginning to panic. His heart raced, his blood pumped fast in his veins to his brain giving him a migraine. He grabbed his head again in reaction to the throbbing, immediately feeling scabs that had formed over night from his previous head ache and hair pulling session. Bumping those scabs added to the pain and pressure Nny was feeling. He had to sit down, he took a seat in the corner of the room. What could he do now? BOYS HOME! A boys home would be perfect. He'd get schooling, he'd get a place to live and grow and be normal! A normal kid grown up into a normal adult. Like a bolt of lightening hit him when the thought came to his mind. Now time for some research.
Nny ran to the neighbors house and sitting messily on the stoop was a phone book. Exactly what he wanted. He nabbed it quickly and ran back to the house where Todd stayed sleeping. In that moment he immediately opened to the middle and started flipping rapidly through the pages. He tried to find any inclinations or services that were rendered for adoption or help with orphaned boys.
Johnny: A-ha! Eureka! Weston Home for Boys and Orphaned Sons!
He recited loudly, startling Todd awake.
Squee: What's that Nny?
The boy was quiet, soft spoken like always, and very curious.
Johnny: I found a special place for you Todd. A safe place.
He said this statement as a matter of fact and with pure sweetness, all the sweetness he could muster up into his voice that was very unlike the normal angry, vulgar tone he used for others.
Johnny: We must go, now.
Urgency was important, Todd needed to go before Nny's darker side took over his thoughts and caused him to do his crazy acts of homicidal killing spree's again.
He rushed Todd out of the house down the street to a local diner and corraled him inside to the back booth. He handed a menu over to Todd without thinking and then realized his mistake.
Johnny: Can you read?
Todd shook his head lowly. Johnny took the menu back and began to skim the list of foods.
Johnny: What do you like to eat?
Todd shook his head again added with a shrug of his shoulders.
Squee: Mommy never let me pick, she just gave me what she didn't eat from her plate.
In that moment, that one statement sealed Todd's fate. He was going to be a mature, responsible, adult that would never have to sacrifice, or go with out.
Johnny: Todd, you can have whatever you want!
Johnny's blood boiled, he was glad this was going to work out. He was glad he butchered those low lives. He was happy they laid to waste in the house next door. This was another new feeling, pure enjoyment of satisfaction knowing he finally did one-hundred and ten percent right in the world.
Squee's eyes lit up and sparkled as he practically began to drool.
Squee: Can I have a cheeseburger and fries?
Johnny nodded and flagged a waitress down who seemed angry and disgruntled, and for once, Johnny ignored her rage and focused solely on feeding Todd and getting him started on a new life. A life he deserved, a life he wanted for Todd.
