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Heart Unwind
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Chapter VI
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"Who are you in love with?"
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The run back home was exhausting. Once I had about a quarter of a mile left to run, I felt like a three ton horses ass just fell on me. I was out of breath, sweating gallons of sweat under my hoodie and shirt, and of course, I was going to have a major migraine later today. With all the beeping and the honking and the-- "CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!?" I snapped at one of the guys that were in front of me. The man with the long ass hair glared at me and mumbled something to the person he was talking to on his cell phone before hanging up. The man turned around and walked closer to me, his hands around his phone, and oh hell, he's mad.
"Listen, kid. I don't know who the fuck you think you are," I remembered him. He was one of Axe's employees. Beautiful... Makes me wonder why I always end up running into these guys...
"I'm Axe's son." I growled the sentence out. I hated the sound of that. I will never, ever, be Axe's son, not even if they paid me one-hundred million dollars.
The mans eyes widen and he backed up so he was about ten feet away from me. "A-Axe?!" The man stuttered. I rolled my eyes and pushed him out of the way. "Please don't tell your father anything!" The man yelled behind me loud enough for people to hear, and probably think it the wrong way. I glanced at the man and rolled my eyes again. Everyone that works for Axe is a wuss. They never want to get on Axe's bad side because the first person that did is now six feet under Axe's house. I kept walking, ignoring whatever came out of the mans ass, I mean mouth.
People can talk crap, and people can talk shit. Both of them are not the same thing, though. Crap is making things up about the person, shit is talking the truth about them but still in an awful manner. Or the other way around, it doesn't matter... When I talk shit about someone, I have a good reason, just for a heads up. After reaching the stop sign in a four way crossing, a red car beeped behind me while it rolled to it stop beside me. I clenched my right hand tightly and glared at the car, ready to throw a bunch of very colorful words at it, but then my jaw dropped all the way to the floor.
"Hey kid, need a ride?" Dante said. One hand on the staring wheel, the other one hanging loosely out the window. He had a sly smirk on his face. He was driving a red '95 Ford Bronco with a bunch of shit in the trunk. Across the hood of the car were two white thick lines that stretches from the hood, to the roof, then to the trunk. On the doors more white lines appeared like they were hugging it.
I think if my mouth stayed open any longer an army of flies were going to suddenly make my tongue a base camp. I ran...two and a half miles... and he had a car all along...? Oh I just want to pull my hair out... just..pull it and see if I go bald.
"Kid, leaving your mouth open like that might attract flies. Close it and get it in. We're going to the same place anyway." He said signaling me towards the car. I walked behind the car then to the passengers seat and opened the door. In the back seats were a bunch of old Playboy magazines from three months ago and tools. I blinked a couple times as I sat down and closed the door. The car smelled funky...Almost as if he had some food in the car. I looked around and found a bag of McDonald's on the floor next to my foot. It was crummbled up so it seems he ate everything. He...went to McDonald?! Dante looked in the rear view mirror before backing up a bit and making an illegal U-Turn. "Hey, listen, about back in the hospital--"
"You had a car and you couldn't just driven me home from the begging?" I cut him off, not wanting to hear what he was going to say. I crossed my hands over my chest and glanced out the window. Dante chuckled a bit and kept driving.
"Well I'll be damned, kid. You ran off without another word, so I couldn't tell you I had brought you to the hospital in my car."
I growled softly and rolled my eyes, for the third time since I woke up. "Listen old man. I didn't have the time to ask you if you had a car or not." I glanced over at the clock on the dashboard and sighed.
9:59
Well, it took me an hour to run two and a half miles with all the stops and traffic, I say thats good time... Maybe I'll try out for the track team next year. If I even graduate.
"Okay, then what's with the rush, kid?" He stopped at a red light and looked at me. I glanced at him and then at my lap.
"Nothing. It's none of your business, old man." I said while glancing at him slightly. I noticed something I should have noticed a long time ago. My glove was gone. Which only meant Dante had seen my arm. I narrowed my eyes at my hand like it was a sin to have it. And it probably was. I grabbed the sleeve of my jacket and stretched it out so it was covering my fingers as well.
"No, you're right. It's not. But I did drive your ass to the hospital, kid. The least you could do is thank me." The light changed to green and he stepped on the accelerator. The car began moving again.
"I never asked you to bring me to the hospital...but thanks, old man..." I mumbled the last part out.
"What was that, kid? I didn't quite catch that." I looked at him and glared. He was smirking; he enjoys all the glares I shot at him. Asshole...
"I said thank you, damn it!" I snapped, growling at him. Dante laughed; his eyes glued to the road. I turned my head back towards the window hiding the slight blush that covered my cheeks. Dante chuckled after he stopped laughing. "Stop laughing, old man. It's not funny." I mumbled while shaking my head a bit so my bangs covered my eyes and somewhat flushed cheeks.
"So what's up kid? You're late for school?" Dante brought up the same conversation about why I was running home. I sighed and looked over at him, hoping the blush was far gone now. I might as well say something if he's gonna keep brining up the damn thing.
"No. I'm suspended from school if you must know." I stated while I kept looking at Dante. He looked to his left and made a turn. We were a ten blocks from his and my house and from where we were, I couldn't see if Axe was home or not.
"Suspended? What for, kid?"
"I got into a couple fights...." I glanced at the clock again. 10:20 A.M. Axe shouldn't be home.
"Really? Guess that weird looking doctor was right after all." I looked at him. What had that doctor say?
"What did...he say?" I asked. My house was getting closer and closer and somehow I wasn't liking how this conversation was going.
"He said that you got into loads of fights at school." Dante glanced at me and pulled into the drive way of his house. "He also said that you had a couple fractures on your upper and lower arms." When he said that he glanced at my arm and turned off the car. I opened the car door and got out, gripping my right sleeve slightly.
"So what? It'll heal." I said while closing the door again. Dante took the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. He closed the door and leaned against it, looking at me.
"Well you have to be more careful kid. Getting into fights is never a good thing." I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"And you know this how?" I asked kicking a rock out of the way. I stuffed my hands into my jacket pocket and looked around the drive way.
"I use to be like you, kid. Getting into fights and whatever." Dante said grinning shamelessly. I rolled my eyes slightly and chuckled.
"Somehow I can see that happening." Dante joined in and soon we were both laughing. It felt weird, to be laid back and enjoying a good laugh with a guy that I hardly even knew. But it also felt rather nice. Standing there, having a good laugh. I hadn't laughed in the longest time. It felt good. It felt, somehow, right.
After we stopped laughing Dante cleared his throat and said, "So listen kid, how 'bout you come over later today so I can give you the CD and poster I promised you?" I stared at him for a while. My mouth ajar. "Kid?"
"You're actually giving me the CD and poster?!" I asked, cross that, demanded. Dante blinked a couple times before resting his head on his palm. His elbow was resting on the car. A small grin passed his lips.
"Of course, kid. I promised them to you didn't I?"
"Hah, I can't believe I'm saying this to you, old man... but you're the best." I felt the side of my lips twitch into a smile before the moment was totally ruined.
"Nero! Oh thank god." I heard that all to familiar female voice. I turned around and faced Carmen who by the looks of it was sober. She was wearing her work clothes; a khaki skirt with a matching suit with black three inch high heels. Her dyed blond hair was pulled up in a pony tail, pushing the bangs away from her face. She started walking towards me. I frowned and leaned back on the car, putting my head down slightly. "We were so worried about you. We thought you ran away or something." When she reached me she put her hands on my shoulders. I glared at her slightly.
"'We'?" I asked not really caring much.
"Yes. Axe and I were really worried about you. When you didn't come out for breakfast, Axe went to look for you but you weren't in your room. We thought you had run away or something. I mean you could have told us you'd be out with a friend." Carmen said looking at Dante for a slight moment and then back at me. I slapped her hands away from my shoulder and started walking towards the house.
"Sorry..." I mumbled. I looked back at Dante and waved at him with my right hand. "Guess I'll see you later tonight?" I asked putting my hand down and behind my back.
"It's a date." Dante grinned and started walking towards the door to his house. I blushed slightly at those words and turned back around and kept walking towards my house. Carmen followed after me. I could hear the tap, tap, tap for her heels.
"Were you crazy?! Axe was furious! Do you have any idea what he's gonna do to you when he gets back home?" Carmen snapped. She was swaying her hips left and right as she walked next to me now.
"I have a pretty good idea on what's he's gonna do to me, Carmen..." I replied paying no attention what so ever to her little speech.
"Nero... how many times do we have to tell you...? Why can't you call us "mom" and "dad"?" Carmen asked, irritated by the fact that I never actually call her 'Mom'.
"Maybe 'cause you're not my mother." I opened the door and stepped inside. The familiar floor plan was never really to my liking. Every thing's always the same, nothing could ever be moved. Axe doesn't want change. "Whatever... I'm going to sleep." Before Carmen could protest, I walked to my room and closed the door, locking it in the proses. I leaned on my door before examining my room. If what Carmen had said been true, and Axe came into my room {again}, there might be some things he messed around with. Like my CD collation, and...
My jaw dropped, my mouth gagged in a large O. All my posters I had on my walls... My SlipknoT poster, my Bullet For My Valentine poster, and some other bands I really didn't like but still owned the poster of them, had been torn off the wall and shredded to pieces. The pieces of paper laid scattered around on the floor while the corners and some of the sides stayed on the walls. I sighed deeply and walked over to my destroyed posters. I began collecting the papers in one hand while my other hand was tightly
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"There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk's in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking holding on
Can anybody help me make this better?"
- Tears Don't Fall, Bullet For My Valentine
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I laid in my bed, staring up at my ceiling with my headphones on, rocking my head to the beat lightly. There wasn't a thing in the world that would ruin my moment. I was content with my music and I was enjoying the time alone. My foot was slowly moving to the rhythm of the song and I was slowly losing all awareness from my surroundings.
"AHH! AHHH! AHH!" I glanced up at my nightstand to see my phone vibrating while it's amazing ring tone screamed at me to pick it up. "AHH! AHH! Ah..." I sighed and sat up, sliding my headphones back down to my neck as the song changed to something softer. I grabbed my phone and checked the caller ID.
Kyrie.
"Great..." I mumbled while checking the time on my clock. It was already time for lunch back at Fortuna Academy. I flipped open my phone and pressed it to my ear. "Hello?" I asked halfheartedly.
A small giggle came from the line and then a scream, then more laughs. "Nero, are you free?" Kyrie's voice finally came through all the commotion.
"...Yes..." I said while laying back on my bed.
"Can I come by? I need to talk, and maybe we could go out for lunch?" She asked while shushing someone in the background. My eyebrow twitched and I sighed.
"Yeah, sure. Not like I have anything better to do..."
"Great! I'll be over in a minute." She said before hanging up. I sighed and stared at my phone for a while before snapping it close and throwing it somewhere next to me. I grabbed my iPod and paused the song. I took off my headphones and got off my bed. I slowly walked towards my closet and opened it. My many band shirts and my many bloody shirts that I would never be able to wear again stared at my from inside the dark hole. Almost like they were telling me how they wanted to get out of here. A small chuckle escaped my lips. "So do I..." I mumbled to myself before grabbing a black shirt and a jacket. I looked around and remembered I didn't have my lucky glove Credo had given me when we were small. I sighed and walked to the other side of my room where my cabinets where. I opened on of the drawers and took out the other glove that came along with the set Credo gave me. I slipped it on and zipped up my jacket. Just then the door bell rang. I walked out of my room and towards the front door. From the window I could see Kyrie's small frame standing outside shyly. She had her usual dress on that marked every curve. I opened the door and smiled at her.
"Hey, Kyrie." I said while stepping outside and closing the door behind me. Kyrie smiled at me and grabbed my none gloved hand.
"C'mon. Let's go eat. I'm hungry." I nodded and let her drag me to where ever the hell she wanted to eat.
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By now we were at downtown Fortuna, where all the restaurants laid in one place hoping people would stop by and eat something. Kyrie wanted to eat Italian so we headed down to one of the best Italian buffets in Fortuna. The name... I can't really understand it but I know it starts with an "F". Either way, we were sitting down at one of their red booths waiting for the eating some pasta that we had just gotten from the buffet line.
"What's up, Kyrie?" I asked her after she wouldn't speck to me. She kept her gaze down and frowned, something I never saw in Kyrie. She placed her fork down and glanced at me.
"Nero... I'm in a bit of trouble." She said with a small hint of panic in her voice. I placed my fork down and gave her all my attention even though I was dying to eat the spaghetti in my plate.
"What's wrong, Kyrie?" I asked looking at her with curiosity. Kyrie was never in trouble.
"...Well... You remember when you asked me who I liked a few weeks ago?" A slight blush appeared on my face. I nodded, but didn't respond. "Well... I finally realized who I fell in love with." A glister of hope sparkled in her eyes, almost what she was about to say was forbidden.
"W-Who are you in love with, Kyrie?" I stammered almost afraid to ask. Kyrie closed her eyes sightly and griped her hands tightly in her lap. She took in a deep breath and opened her eyes to look at me.
"Nero... I'm in love with, Credo..." I never thought my mind could go so blank so fast before this moment.
Budi Anduk: Did his alcoholic mom ever torture him? Or only his abusive father?
Saya: To answer that, only Axe abuses Nero. Carmen doesn't dare hurt Nero or stop Axe from doing so. She just drinks her problems away.
A/N: Yeah? So what do you guys think? ''^_\\\ Sorry for the wait, schools almost starting so I might take a little longer to update the chapters D:
Anyway, yes... Credo/Kyrie. -_\\\ Don't ask how I suddenly come up with this idea, *glares at Raiya* but, anyway... Tiz all part of the plan I have in mind. ^w\\\
Hope you enjoyed the chapter people =D
Until next time! Chao! XD
~Saya
~~Kanda