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"Why are you out here in the rain, Nosedive", asked Grandfather.
"Grandma kicked me out."
"What happened."?
"Nothing."
That received a slap from his grandfather.
"Are you saying my wife is crazy and for no apparent reason she would throw you out in the rain?"
"I didn't say that!"
"So what are you saying? Are you calling me crazy?"
"I didn't say that. It's not my fault you're paranoid!"
That's all it took for the night to be a night that Nosedive would never forget.
His grandfather hit him hard. Nosedive feel hard to the concrete bottom scraping his left arm, which started to bleed.
By then his grandmother walked out of the house and saw what had happened.
"Nosedive get up", she demanded, "And get out of my way."
Nosedive struggled to get up, his arm was aching, and his clothes were sopping pulling him back down to the ground.
"Your grandmother said something", cried his grandfather.
Nosedive toiled to get up, but found himself needing a hand. He received a foot.
"No, not getting up ay", mocked his grandfather, "Fine than you can pay the consequences!"
He kicked his grandson off the porch and into the mud.
"What happened", asked his grandfather to his grandmother.
"I received his report card. Straight F's. I decided to let you deal with him."
"They weren't straight F's", snapped Nosedive from the ground.
However no one cared. His grandfather pounced on the boy and started to breathe down on him violently. He picked up his grandson and through him, straight into the prickly bushes. Nosedive's jacket caught on, and it would not come out. Nosedive quickly wriggled out of the jacket to find one of his pant legs, bleeding and stuck to the bushes.
With a mighty thrust Nosedive tore the pricks out, leaving a ripped pant leg and bleeding ankle.
"You disgrace. Your life is full of opportunities but you look and perceive EVERYTHING as a joke! Do you know how many kids would love to have what you have! Do you know how many kids would love to live in this nice big home you live in?", shouted his grandfather harshly. He walked over to his grandson and shook him viciously.
"Do you know how many kids would love to have nice parents, me being one of them!"
The grandfather took him and beat him to the floor, and into the bushes causing more cuts.
"HOW DARE YOU!"
The grandmother stood up on the porch with her hands folded looking down, almost as if she was gloating!
His grandfather punched his grandson. Punched! I mean like slugged! Not normal stuff!
Nosedive felt hard to the ground as mud splattered all over him.
"We got other stuff in the mail too", said the grandmother, "Like Nosedive's paycheck."
"Oh", asked the grandfather quickly changing his tune, "Well now that changes things. It's the only thing that your good for, the money that you provide."
"You mean the money that you steal from me", cried Nosedive still on the ground in the pouring rain, as was his grandfather but his grandfather was soaking in mud!
"Steal", cried the grandmother, "That money is used for your food, and our food! And your clothes, and school supplies!"
"Yeah and what about the rest of it?"
"Well that's our reward for putting up with you", said his grandfather, "You're being punished from that money remember?"
"I hate you", cried Nosedive, "WildWing would never do this to me!"
This got the grandparents off guard. It wasn't that they didn't love their grandchild, for they did it was that they were truly too old to be putting up with the antics of a teenager, and dealt with him in a way they thought best. Not that anyone was condemning the way that they dealt with situations, but at least they tried. The words they said, it wasn't that they meant them, it was just that's what they said.
"How dare you", cried the grandfather, "I cannot believe the words that have come from your mouth! After all of the things we do for you! And then to bring your brother into the situation!"
"You little brat", cried the grandmother, "Here we are trying to love you and you turn on us like that!"
"You're not the one soaking in mud", shouted Nosedive angrily at the women.
"Hey", screamed the grandfather kicking his grandson, "I have had enough of this talk from you."
Nosedive gasped and rolled over holding his stomach.
"You better get your act together Nosedive Flashblade", said the grandfather, "Or else I don't know what I'm going to do!"
Nosedive kept on gasping for air, standing up trying to get out of harm's way although he failed miserably.
His grandfather shook his shoulders brutally and then strangled him, and pushed him back down to the floor where he kicked him once more. He started to kick the mud into his grandson's face.
"How dare you ever try to attack me!"
"I wasn't attacking you! I was just getting up!"
"Liar! Liar! Liar!"
His grandfather took a paper off of the steps and started to beat his grandson.
Nosedive had enough, and stood up grabbing the newspaper out of his grandfather's hands.
"You leave me alone", screamed Nosedive, "I hate you!"
His grandfather was now terrified for Nosedive was the one with the newspaper now and what was going to prevent this teen from losing it on his grandfather? Although Nosedive would never do such a thing, his grandfather didn't know any better. His fear seeped through his mind and was displayed for all to see. Nosedive saw his fear, and took advantage of it.
"So you're scare of me now huh? Well how things change. It was only a minute ago that you were whipping me with this very newspaper, or choking me, or doing whatever type of punishment you felt necessary. But you're human too right? So that means you make mistakes. So who's going to give you your punishment?
His grandmother screamed from the porch.
The grandfather in hopes of controlling the teen lunged at him grabbing his arms. Nosedive however battled with his grandfather in a fight of pushing each other around. Every time his grandfather came in for an attack Nosedive would be there pushing him off.
But there was something that his grandfather forgot, when physically punishing a child one should never do it outside for all of the neighbors to see. For just then in the pouring rain two cop cars pulled up, a neighbor had called in what was happening and now the cops along with a social service car were there awaiting for the next move to be made.
'No', thought Nosedive seeing the social worker's car, 'I'm not going with them! Or did my grandmother call the cops in fear of me being too aggressive with Pappy over there? I don't care but I'm not going! I'm not going with them! I'm innocent I didn't' do anything! They're the offenders not me'
By then Nosedive was in complete hysterics. The neighbors started gathering around their windows to see the events occurring. Nosedive got up off of the ground and started a deadly sprint. No one was going to catch him now, despite the injuries he had his adrenaline was so high that nothing could stop him.
Nosedive sprinted across the lawn into the street and past the cars, and then into a neighbor's backyard that led to a patch of trees, which led to the main road. Nosedive sprinted across it causing the cars to come to a dead screeching halt. The police followed him, or tried to anyway, but Nosedive kept running, and running, and running. He didn't even know where he was running to, he just kept running to get away.
Finally he ran into where he received looks filled of shock and worry. After all he was covered in mud, drenched from rain, and bleeding in numerous spots.
He ran into a store, which he used in his mind as a haven from the chase. He caught his breath and looked up to see the entire store staring at him. It was a deadly silence now, no one was talking just staring, and staring.
"What", snapped Nosedive.
A large man came over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "Need some help?"
However Nosedive didn't hear that, all he saw was the man placing his arm over his head, and Nosedive instantly thought of his grandfather raising his hand to him. He jumped in fear of getting hit by such a huge person and pushed the man back. He cornered himself into a wall keeping his back safe, and he could see everything that would happen.
But again the man tried to talk to him, but this time he kept his distance.
"Son you need some help?"
"Go away!"
Then Nosedive heard the sirens on the cars.
"Get rid of them", he cried. "I didn't do anything!"
The man then had a feeling of what was going on, the cops were chasing this boy but it seems as if the cops have the wrong man.
"I'm sure it's a misunderstanding, nothing you can't patch up."
"No I can't!"
The sirens intensified and Nosedive found cops climbing out of cars.
"NO!"
Nosedive bolted toward the back exit of the store, however the store's manager stopped him with a gun.
"We don't allow criminals", he said.
But he didn't know who he was messing with. Nosedive knew how to get out of that situation easily. So Nosedive hit the man's hand causing the manager to drop the gun. Nosedive extended his arm for it, and got it, and then pushed the man away.
"Go away", cried Nosedive pointing the gun at the world, "Away!"
The cops walked in and saw the teenager holding the gun.
"Put the gun down", said one of the officers. The other officer studied him.
"Nosedive", he asked, "Is that you?"
"Yeah", snapped Nosedive, "Why? Who are you?"
"It's me remember? Hendrix."
Nosedive thought about what he said, "Hendrix from my brother's work?"
"Yeah kid, remember me?"
"Yeah", said Nosedive smiling, slowly dropping his arms, but soon remembered his current situation and placed the gun back up sternly.
"I didn't do anything", cried Nosedive.
"Yeah well no one is blaming you", said Hendrix. "Just put the gun down."
"NO!"
"Why not", asked Hendrix still remaining cool.
"I don't want to go back to my grandparents or be put in a home either!"
"Okay than. Maybe we can work something out with a living arrangement with your brother, hows that sound?"
"Unrealistic."
"I could make that happen okay? Just put the gun down."
Nosedive studied the cop, "How can I trust you?"
The officer through him his wallet, inside it contained his driver's license, permits, folded up contracts, codes, I.D. and a lot of money.
"I need that, as much as you need not to live with your grandparents or some home. So you give that back to me, if I can work something fun out for you okay? That way you have me, so I can't break my promise or else I don't get that back."
Nosedive dropped the gun. Immediately the officers flocked over to him, handcuffing him. Although they were quick and rough, their voices were gentle and soothing which Nosedive took kindly to.
"Listen", said Hendrix to the other men, "I know this kid, and he's a good kid."
"We can't really blame him for tonight", said another cop, "I mean after all of what happened. He's sopping what should we do?"
"Bring him down the station", said Hendrix, and call his brother, "I know him well enough to know that he'll come by and pick his brother up.'
Nosedive was waiting for the officers as he sat in the police car, with his head sinking into the seat.
'Man what were you thinking', cried Nosedive to himself, 'You are truly nuts.'
The officers returned, "Hey there Nosedive", said Hendrix, "We're going to put on some music, you mind?"
"No, not all."
"Thanks."
"He is a good kid isn't he", said the other officer, "You can see it in his eyes."
"Yup. You should see his brother, he's a prince."
Coming Soon~
~Hey you have reached all of us at whatever number you dialed in. Please leave a message at the beep~
~Beep~
"Hello Mr. Flashblade this is Hendrix, one of your officers. Your brother has been hauled into the station with a few charges, but no one is pressing, just needs someone to bail him out. Also there is another prob-"
"Hendrix", cried WildWing picking up the phone, "What's going on?"
"You better sit down."
"Why are you out here in the rain, Nosedive", asked Grandfather.
"Grandma kicked me out."
"What happened."?
"Nothing."
That received a slap from his grandfather.
"Are you saying my wife is crazy and for no apparent reason she would throw you out in the rain?"
"I didn't say that!"
"So what are you saying? Are you calling me crazy?"
"I didn't say that. It's not my fault you're paranoid!"
That's all it took for the night to be a night that Nosedive would never forget.
His grandfather hit him hard. Nosedive feel hard to the concrete bottom scraping his left arm, which started to bleed.
By then his grandmother walked out of the house and saw what had happened.
"Nosedive get up", she demanded, "And get out of my way."
Nosedive struggled to get up, his arm was aching, and his clothes were sopping pulling him back down to the ground.
"Your grandmother said something", cried his grandfather.
Nosedive toiled to get up, but found himself needing a hand. He received a foot.
"No, not getting up ay", mocked his grandfather, "Fine than you can pay the consequences!"
He kicked his grandson off the porch and into the mud.
"What happened", asked his grandfather to his grandmother.
"I received his report card. Straight F's. I decided to let you deal with him."
"They weren't straight F's", snapped Nosedive from the ground.
However no one cared. His grandfather pounced on the boy and started to breathe down on him violently. He picked up his grandson and through him, straight into the prickly bushes. Nosedive's jacket caught on, and it would not come out. Nosedive quickly wriggled out of the jacket to find one of his pant legs, bleeding and stuck to the bushes.
With a mighty thrust Nosedive tore the pricks out, leaving a ripped pant leg and bleeding ankle.
"You disgrace. Your life is full of opportunities but you look and perceive EVERYTHING as a joke! Do you know how many kids would love to have what you have! Do you know how many kids would love to live in this nice big home you live in?", shouted his grandfather harshly. He walked over to his grandson and shook him viciously.
"Do you know how many kids would love to have nice parents, me being one of them!"
The grandfather took him and beat him to the floor, and into the bushes causing more cuts.
"HOW DARE YOU!"
The grandmother stood up on the porch with her hands folded looking down, almost as if she was gloating!
His grandfather punched his grandson. Punched! I mean like slugged! Not normal stuff!
Nosedive felt hard to the ground as mud splattered all over him.
"We got other stuff in the mail too", said the grandmother, "Like Nosedive's paycheck."
"Oh", asked the grandfather quickly changing his tune, "Well now that changes things. It's the only thing that your good for, the money that you provide."
"You mean the money that you steal from me", cried Nosedive still on the ground in the pouring rain, as was his grandfather but his grandfather was soaking in mud!
"Steal", cried the grandmother, "That money is used for your food, and our food! And your clothes, and school supplies!"
"Yeah and what about the rest of it?"
"Well that's our reward for putting up with you", said his grandfather, "You're being punished from that money remember?"
"I hate you", cried Nosedive, "WildWing would never do this to me!"
This got the grandparents off guard. It wasn't that they didn't love their grandchild, for they did it was that they were truly too old to be putting up with the antics of a teenager, and dealt with him in a way they thought best. Not that anyone was condemning the way that they dealt with situations, but at least they tried. The words they said, it wasn't that they meant them, it was just that's what they said.
"How dare you", cried the grandfather, "I cannot believe the words that have come from your mouth! After all of the things we do for you! And then to bring your brother into the situation!"
"You little brat", cried the grandmother, "Here we are trying to love you and you turn on us like that!"
"You're not the one soaking in mud", shouted Nosedive angrily at the women.
"Hey", screamed the grandfather kicking his grandson, "I have had enough of this talk from you."
Nosedive gasped and rolled over holding his stomach.
"You better get your act together Nosedive Flashblade", said the grandfather, "Or else I don't know what I'm going to do!"
Nosedive kept on gasping for air, standing up trying to get out of harm's way although he failed miserably.
His grandfather shook his shoulders brutally and then strangled him, and pushed him back down to the floor where he kicked him once more. He started to kick the mud into his grandson's face.
"How dare you ever try to attack me!"
"I wasn't attacking you! I was just getting up!"
"Liar! Liar! Liar!"
His grandfather took a paper off of the steps and started to beat his grandson.
Nosedive had enough, and stood up grabbing the newspaper out of his grandfather's hands.
"You leave me alone", screamed Nosedive, "I hate you!"
His grandfather was now terrified for Nosedive was the one with the newspaper now and what was going to prevent this teen from losing it on his grandfather? Although Nosedive would never do such a thing, his grandfather didn't know any better. His fear seeped through his mind and was displayed for all to see. Nosedive saw his fear, and took advantage of it.
"So you're scare of me now huh? Well how things change. It was only a minute ago that you were whipping me with this very newspaper, or choking me, or doing whatever type of punishment you felt necessary. But you're human too right? So that means you make mistakes. So who's going to give you your punishment?
His grandmother screamed from the porch.
The grandfather in hopes of controlling the teen lunged at him grabbing his arms. Nosedive however battled with his grandfather in a fight of pushing each other around. Every time his grandfather came in for an attack Nosedive would be there pushing him off.
But there was something that his grandfather forgot, when physically punishing a child one should never do it outside for all of the neighbors to see. For just then in the pouring rain two cop cars pulled up, a neighbor had called in what was happening and now the cops along with a social service car were there awaiting for the next move to be made.
'No', thought Nosedive seeing the social worker's car, 'I'm not going with them! Or did my grandmother call the cops in fear of me being too aggressive with Pappy over there? I don't care but I'm not going! I'm not going with them! I'm innocent I didn't' do anything! They're the offenders not me'
By then Nosedive was in complete hysterics. The neighbors started gathering around their windows to see the events occurring. Nosedive got up off of the ground and started a deadly sprint. No one was going to catch him now, despite the injuries he had his adrenaline was so high that nothing could stop him.
Nosedive sprinted across the lawn into the street and past the cars, and then into a neighbor's backyard that led to a patch of trees, which led to the main road. Nosedive sprinted across it causing the cars to come to a dead screeching halt. The police followed him, or tried to anyway, but Nosedive kept running, and running, and running. He didn't even know where he was running to, he just kept running to get away.
Finally he ran into where he received looks filled of shock and worry. After all he was covered in mud, drenched from rain, and bleeding in numerous spots.
He ran into a store, which he used in his mind as a haven from the chase. He caught his breath and looked up to see the entire store staring at him. It was a deadly silence now, no one was talking just staring, and staring.
"What", snapped Nosedive.
A large man came over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "Need some help?"
However Nosedive didn't hear that, all he saw was the man placing his arm over his head, and Nosedive instantly thought of his grandfather raising his hand to him. He jumped in fear of getting hit by such a huge person and pushed the man back. He cornered himself into a wall keeping his back safe, and he could see everything that would happen.
But again the man tried to talk to him, but this time he kept his distance.
"Son you need some help?"
"Go away!"
Then Nosedive heard the sirens on the cars.
"Get rid of them", he cried. "I didn't do anything!"
The man then had a feeling of what was going on, the cops were chasing this boy but it seems as if the cops have the wrong man.
"I'm sure it's a misunderstanding, nothing you can't patch up."
"No I can't!"
The sirens intensified and Nosedive found cops climbing out of cars.
"NO!"
Nosedive bolted toward the back exit of the store, however the store's manager stopped him with a gun.
"We don't allow criminals", he said.
But he didn't know who he was messing with. Nosedive knew how to get out of that situation easily. So Nosedive hit the man's hand causing the manager to drop the gun. Nosedive extended his arm for it, and got it, and then pushed the man away.
"Go away", cried Nosedive pointing the gun at the world, "Away!"
The cops walked in and saw the teenager holding the gun.
"Put the gun down", said one of the officers. The other officer studied him.
"Nosedive", he asked, "Is that you?"
"Yeah", snapped Nosedive, "Why? Who are you?"
"It's me remember? Hendrix."
Nosedive thought about what he said, "Hendrix from my brother's work?"
"Yeah kid, remember me?"
"Yeah", said Nosedive smiling, slowly dropping his arms, but soon remembered his current situation and placed the gun back up sternly.
"I didn't do anything", cried Nosedive.
"Yeah well no one is blaming you", said Hendrix. "Just put the gun down."
"NO!"
"Why not", asked Hendrix still remaining cool.
"I don't want to go back to my grandparents or be put in a home either!"
"Okay than. Maybe we can work something out with a living arrangement with your brother, hows that sound?"
"Unrealistic."
"I could make that happen okay? Just put the gun down."
Nosedive studied the cop, "How can I trust you?"
The officer through him his wallet, inside it contained his driver's license, permits, folded up contracts, codes, I.D. and a lot of money.
"I need that, as much as you need not to live with your grandparents or some home. So you give that back to me, if I can work something fun out for you okay? That way you have me, so I can't break my promise or else I don't get that back."
Nosedive dropped the gun. Immediately the officers flocked over to him, handcuffing him. Although they were quick and rough, their voices were gentle and soothing which Nosedive took kindly to.
"Listen", said Hendrix to the other men, "I know this kid, and he's a good kid."
"We can't really blame him for tonight", said another cop, "I mean after all of what happened. He's sopping what should we do?"
"Bring him down the station", said Hendrix, and call his brother, "I know him well enough to know that he'll come by and pick his brother up.'
Nosedive was waiting for the officers as he sat in the police car, with his head sinking into the seat.
'Man what were you thinking', cried Nosedive to himself, 'You are truly nuts.'
The officers returned, "Hey there Nosedive", said Hendrix, "We're going to put on some music, you mind?"
"No, not all."
"Thanks."
"He is a good kid isn't he", said the other officer, "You can see it in his eyes."
"Yup. You should see his brother, he's a prince."
Coming Soon~
~Hey you have reached all of us at whatever number you dialed in. Please leave a message at the beep~
~Beep~
"Hello Mr. Flashblade this is Hendrix, one of your officers. Your brother has been hauled into the station with a few charges, but no one is pressing, just needs someone to bail him out. Also there is another prob-"
"Hendrix", cried WildWing picking up the phone, "What's going on?"
"You better sit down."