Bail
Second Fic! Hope you like it! As always, I'll post more if I get good feedback. So, please, R/R. :D
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing man. The characters and the Show are owned by FOX and CWM.
He stopped the car in his usual parking spot. He looked up and saw a light in his father's apartment.
"That's weird, Bud doesn't come home before eleven, and that's if he sneaks out. Maybe he got the day off or something."
Still, Steven Hyde felt something weird was going to happen. He felt it in his gut. He stopped the engine and got out, pulling on his worn jacket. He locked the car. As he did so, he saw a reflection of himself in the driver window. Alone in the dark night. Not weird or bizarre, yet, he felt a chill run down his spine. He dismissed it and went in, taking the steps two at a time, like he usually did when he was tired and wanted to sleep. But this time, he felt an urgency, one he had never felt before, and he actually ran up the three floors to his dad's apartment. He opened the door, and for a second thought that burglars were there. Then, he saw it, Edna's worn coat, hanging limply from the coat hanger. He closed the door quietly, and looked at the room, which was now a disaster area. Everything was packed up, as if waiting to be shipped overseas, to some distant and foreign country. He looked again at the coat, black, now a faded gray, and he sighed. He wondered why his mother was back in town.
'Probably hitting Bud up for money.' he thought, inwardly shrugging. But then, he remembered the boxes.
'Maybe Bud got a house or something.' he said, not understanding. But in the back of his brains, the nagging thought was already up and at it.
'Edna came back just to bail on you again, taking Bud with her man! You're screwed again!'
Hyde hated that stupid little voice. It was that voice that made him go out that one date with Jackie. But as hard as he tried to dismiss the thought, it got stronger.
"Shut up!" he murmured, getting angry. But that was just for a second, before his Zen kicked back.
He took five steps in the room, and stopped again, hearing giggling.
'Wait, that's Edna's giggling man!' his "other" brain said. 'They're both gonna bail on you man! I knew it!' Hyde, as always bottled that thought up with the rest.
He thought of what to do and finally, opening his cottony mouth, he yelled:
"Hey Bud! I'm home!"
He heard Bud swear, and some stumbling, as if people were getting dressed in a hurry. But Hyde stood his ground, the small fear increasing until his stomach became a ball of nerves.
Bud came out first, tucking his shirt in his pants. Hyde couldn't see who was behind Bud, but he knew it, he could even smell her cheap-ass cologne.
"Steven, you're early." Bud said, not trying to hide his disappointment.
"Edna, I know you're behind him, stop hiding." Hyde replied.
Sure enough, it was Edna Hyde, hair and make-up messed up, who stepped out of Bud's shadow, still buttoning her shirt.
"Gee, hey Edna. Weren't you back east with a trucker friend of yours?" Hyde said, fighting for his self-control.
"Hello to you too Steven. I was back east, but I decided to come back. Why, you missed me?" As soon as her sarcastic comment left her mouth, she regretted it. It was too harsh, and it was a cry for war.
Steven felt the comment sting him, and he knew that was war.
"Oh, how could I not miss my alcoholic mother who left me alone and broke for some trucker when I still had two years of high school left? Tell me how?" he spit back, his voice full of poison. He didn't regret his words. He saw the hurt look that passed on her face for an instant, but like summer rain, it faded instantly to be replaced by a smirk.
"Always a smartass Steven, just like your father." she said. Bud turned to her.
"Hey, don't drag me into this. If you two wanna hash each other, it's cool with me as long as I'm not mentioned in your little game."
"Fine Bud. Fine." Hyde said as he struggled to regain his coolness. After succeeding, more or less, he cleared his throat.
"Can I know what's happening here? It looks like a fucking tornado came through the room. Explanations, anyone?" he said, looking pointedly at Edna.
"Don't start on me Steven. I'm your mother after all. I carried you in my stomach for nine months!" Edna's rage continued, as if she wanted Hyde to run to her and tell her everything was ok. But it wasn't ok. Hyde felt the pain of the first time she left all over again.
'Sad little orphan boy.'
"You may be my biological mother, but I sure as hell know who's my mother, the one who cared for me, and that's not you." Hyde said. He looked at Bud, while Edna didn't move, the angry sentences Hyde said hitting her like a kick in the teeth.
"Where were we? Oh, yeah, I was asking you why everything's in a box!" Hyde's anger could be no longer controlled, and he yelled the question again to a stunned Bud.
"Ahem, we're moving out." Bud said lightly.
"Where are we going?" Hyde asked, pleased they were moving out. Maybe the money Bud had made would make them live in a cooler place, one that had heating maybe.
Edna had in the meantime regained her composure, and now she smirked.
"Not you. WE, as in Bud and I." she slurred.
Hyde knew that she was drunk. Hell the question was knowing when she was sober. For an instant, he just looked at her, his mind reading slowly the information:
'Bud and Edna are moving away without me. That means that...' and his little inward voice finished: 'They're bailing out on you man!'
Slowly, he turned his head to Bud, who looked embarrassed.
"Is this true?" Hyde demanded.
"Well... I..." Bud stuttered.
'Bud is drunk too!' he thought. He hadn't drinked in almost two years, and now that Edna was back, he was falling back in the habit.
"You what?!" Hyde screamed. "You're bailing on me again, but this time together, is that it?!"
Bud looked at Edna, and they both looked at him.
"Yeah, that was the plan, before you came early." Edna said. "You sure know how to pick your timing Steven."
Second Fic! Hope you like it! As always, I'll post more if I get good feedback. So, please, R/R. :D
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing man. The characters and the Show are owned by FOX and CWM.
He stopped the car in his usual parking spot. He looked up and saw a light in his father's apartment.
"That's weird, Bud doesn't come home before eleven, and that's if he sneaks out. Maybe he got the day off or something."
Still, Steven Hyde felt something weird was going to happen. He felt it in his gut. He stopped the engine and got out, pulling on his worn jacket. He locked the car. As he did so, he saw a reflection of himself in the driver window. Alone in the dark night. Not weird or bizarre, yet, he felt a chill run down his spine. He dismissed it and went in, taking the steps two at a time, like he usually did when he was tired and wanted to sleep. But this time, he felt an urgency, one he had never felt before, and he actually ran up the three floors to his dad's apartment. He opened the door, and for a second thought that burglars were there. Then, he saw it, Edna's worn coat, hanging limply from the coat hanger. He closed the door quietly, and looked at the room, which was now a disaster area. Everything was packed up, as if waiting to be shipped overseas, to some distant and foreign country. He looked again at the coat, black, now a faded gray, and he sighed. He wondered why his mother was back in town.
'Probably hitting Bud up for money.' he thought, inwardly shrugging. But then, he remembered the boxes.
'Maybe Bud got a house or something.' he said, not understanding. But in the back of his brains, the nagging thought was already up and at it.
'Edna came back just to bail on you again, taking Bud with her man! You're screwed again!'
Hyde hated that stupid little voice. It was that voice that made him go out that one date with Jackie. But as hard as he tried to dismiss the thought, it got stronger.
"Shut up!" he murmured, getting angry. But that was just for a second, before his Zen kicked back.
He took five steps in the room, and stopped again, hearing giggling.
'Wait, that's Edna's giggling man!' his "other" brain said. 'They're both gonna bail on you man! I knew it!' Hyde, as always bottled that thought up with the rest.
He thought of what to do and finally, opening his cottony mouth, he yelled:
"Hey Bud! I'm home!"
He heard Bud swear, and some stumbling, as if people were getting dressed in a hurry. But Hyde stood his ground, the small fear increasing until his stomach became a ball of nerves.
Bud came out first, tucking his shirt in his pants. Hyde couldn't see who was behind Bud, but he knew it, he could even smell her cheap-ass cologne.
"Steven, you're early." Bud said, not trying to hide his disappointment.
"Edna, I know you're behind him, stop hiding." Hyde replied.
Sure enough, it was Edna Hyde, hair and make-up messed up, who stepped out of Bud's shadow, still buttoning her shirt.
"Gee, hey Edna. Weren't you back east with a trucker friend of yours?" Hyde said, fighting for his self-control.
"Hello to you too Steven. I was back east, but I decided to come back. Why, you missed me?" As soon as her sarcastic comment left her mouth, she regretted it. It was too harsh, and it was a cry for war.
Steven felt the comment sting him, and he knew that was war.
"Oh, how could I not miss my alcoholic mother who left me alone and broke for some trucker when I still had two years of high school left? Tell me how?" he spit back, his voice full of poison. He didn't regret his words. He saw the hurt look that passed on her face for an instant, but like summer rain, it faded instantly to be replaced by a smirk.
"Always a smartass Steven, just like your father." she said. Bud turned to her.
"Hey, don't drag me into this. If you two wanna hash each other, it's cool with me as long as I'm not mentioned in your little game."
"Fine Bud. Fine." Hyde said as he struggled to regain his coolness. After succeeding, more or less, he cleared his throat.
"Can I know what's happening here? It looks like a fucking tornado came through the room. Explanations, anyone?" he said, looking pointedly at Edna.
"Don't start on me Steven. I'm your mother after all. I carried you in my stomach for nine months!" Edna's rage continued, as if she wanted Hyde to run to her and tell her everything was ok. But it wasn't ok. Hyde felt the pain of the first time she left all over again.
'Sad little orphan boy.'
"You may be my biological mother, but I sure as hell know who's my mother, the one who cared for me, and that's not you." Hyde said. He looked at Bud, while Edna didn't move, the angry sentences Hyde said hitting her like a kick in the teeth.
"Where were we? Oh, yeah, I was asking you why everything's in a box!" Hyde's anger could be no longer controlled, and he yelled the question again to a stunned Bud.
"Ahem, we're moving out." Bud said lightly.
"Where are we going?" Hyde asked, pleased they were moving out. Maybe the money Bud had made would make them live in a cooler place, one that had heating maybe.
Edna had in the meantime regained her composure, and now she smirked.
"Not you. WE, as in Bud and I." she slurred.
Hyde knew that she was drunk. Hell the question was knowing when she was sober. For an instant, he just looked at her, his mind reading slowly the information:
'Bud and Edna are moving away without me. That means that...' and his little inward voice finished: 'They're bailing out on you man!'
Slowly, he turned his head to Bud, who looked embarrassed.
"Is this true?" Hyde demanded.
"Well... I..." Bud stuttered.
'Bud is drunk too!' he thought. He hadn't drinked in almost two years, and now that Edna was back, he was falling back in the habit.
"You what?!" Hyde screamed. "You're bailing on me again, but this time together, is that it?!"
Bud looked at Edna, and they both looked at him.
"Yeah, that was the plan, before you came early." Edna said. "You sure know how to pick your timing Steven."