Hyde's thoughts were buzzing in his head. He didn't have many possibilities on where to go. His thoughts were disturbing him, each and every one of them telling him he was not wanted wherever he would go. He doubted himself, Steven Hyde, the Zen master. He doubted his ability to live a normal life after this. His life was already pretty messed up before this.
'Sad little orphan boy'
He was driving aimlessly now, his mind on his thoughts more than on the road. He saw in the back of his mind the whole scene again, the expression on Edna's face, her tone. The way she talked to him, as if she wanted him to accept both of them bailing on him like good news. He was seeing an endless passing of houses. And at the same time, time seemed to freeze in his playback. He kept seeing over and over Bud and Edna's eyes, the carelessness shadowed by the alcohol in their blood. Hyde closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw a car in front of him. He tried braking, but the El Camino hit lightly the Cadillac.
"Fuck!"
He stopped the car, and put his head on the wheel.
"Isn't this a great day!"
He heard someone coming to his car, and he knew he was screwed for good.
"Steven?"
The voice sounded familiar, and he looked up. It was Jackie. She was looking at him in a weird way.
"Steven, are you ok?"
He looked at her, but not one word came out of his lips. His mind took him back to their first date, more like only date. The kiss they had shared was great, yet, she said she felt nothing. She rebuffed him. Yet another person who pushed him away. In his mind, he kept seeing the kiss, over and over, as if in a dream, as if he was there again. He felt her lips on his, her mouth parting slowly, as his tongue seeked entrance. He felt the urgency in her tongue, teasingly sweet, as it played a game of hide-and-seek with his. He felt her hand on his face, so soft, so smooth, caressing. It made him want to purr. But, yet, she had pushed him away. Like everybody else, like everyone he'd meet in his life. He heard the passenger door open, and he felt once more her touch on him. But it was harsh. She was shaking him, shaking him out of his reverie, out of his sad and hopeless thoughts. He was shaken back to reality, back to his pain-driven life. He blinked and looked up.
"Steven, are you ok?" Jackie asked again.
"What? Yeah, yeah."
But he couldn't hide his pain this time, there was too much of it there, just waiting to leek out, like rust enhanced tears. Jackie might've been totally self-involved, but she knew Steven wasn't alright.
"Steven, what happened?" she said, crouching down to see him better.
"Nothing, nothing happened. Bud ... just... bail... nothing." he stuttered, on the brink of falling in the pool of tears that did look inviting and that awaited him.
"Steven, tell me what's wrong! Maybe I can help you!" Jackie said, really worried about him. He looked strange, and she did notice a piece of cloth covering up his forearm.
Hyde regained his self control in an instant. He couldn't be seen like this by people, he'd see their pitying looks again.
'Sad little orphan boy.'
He looked at Jackie.
"Nothing, I'm fine. I gotta go!" he said, almost closing the car door on her.
She backed off, and looked at him while he left. Steven looked like his whole life had been crumbling in front of him. She decided not to tell her father who had hit the car. She went back in, and took a hot bath, expensive bath oils making the bathroom smell divine.
Hyde kept cursing at himself at the wheel of the car.
"You idiot! What the fuck was going through your mind when you almost broke down in front of Jackie? God, you can be such a moron!"
But, through the haze of his thoughts, an idea popped up, and he clearly saw where he should go, and he knew where he was going. His third father.
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Man, I'm getting more and more out of character. This chapter is short, but I'm starting to get a case of WB, so, I had to put it up. Let's hope it gets resolved by tomorrow! PLZ, if u liked this, R/R!
'Sad little orphan boy'
He was driving aimlessly now, his mind on his thoughts more than on the road. He saw in the back of his mind the whole scene again, the expression on Edna's face, her tone. The way she talked to him, as if she wanted him to accept both of them bailing on him like good news. He was seeing an endless passing of houses. And at the same time, time seemed to freeze in his playback. He kept seeing over and over Bud and Edna's eyes, the carelessness shadowed by the alcohol in their blood. Hyde closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw a car in front of him. He tried braking, but the El Camino hit lightly the Cadillac.
"Fuck!"
He stopped the car, and put his head on the wheel.
"Isn't this a great day!"
He heard someone coming to his car, and he knew he was screwed for good.
"Steven?"
The voice sounded familiar, and he looked up. It was Jackie. She was looking at him in a weird way.
"Steven, are you ok?"
He looked at her, but not one word came out of his lips. His mind took him back to their first date, more like only date. The kiss they had shared was great, yet, she said she felt nothing. She rebuffed him. Yet another person who pushed him away. In his mind, he kept seeing the kiss, over and over, as if in a dream, as if he was there again. He felt her lips on his, her mouth parting slowly, as his tongue seeked entrance. He felt the urgency in her tongue, teasingly sweet, as it played a game of hide-and-seek with his. He felt her hand on his face, so soft, so smooth, caressing. It made him want to purr. But, yet, she had pushed him away. Like everybody else, like everyone he'd meet in his life. He heard the passenger door open, and he felt once more her touch on him. But it was harsh. She was shaking him, shaking him out of his reverie, out of his sad and hopeless thoughts. He was shaken back to reality, back to his pain-driven life. He blinked and looked up.
"Steven, are you ok?" Jackie asked again.
"What? Yeah, yeah."
But he couldn't hide his pain this time, there was too much of it there, just waiting to leek out, like rust enhanced tears. Jackie might've been totally self-involved, but she knew Steven wasn't alright.
"Steven, what happened?" she said, crouching down to see him better.
"Nothing, nothing happened. Bud ... just... bail... nothing." he stuttered, on the brink of falling in the pool of tears that did look inviting and that awaited him.
"Steven, tell me what's wrong! Maybe I can help you!" Jackie said, really worried about him. He looked strange, and she did notice a piece of cloth covering up his forearm.
Hyde regained his self control in an instant. He couldn't be seen like this by people, he'd see their pitying looks again.
'Sad little orphan boy.'
He looked at Jackie.
"Nothing, I'm fine. I gotta go!" he said, almost closing the car door on her.
She backed off, and looked at him while he left. Steven looked like his whole life had been crumbling in front of him. She decided not to tell her father who had hit the car. She went back in, and took a hot bath, expensive bath oils making the bathroom smell divine.
Hyde kept cursing at himself at the wheel of the car.
"You idiot! What the fuck was going through your mind when you almost broke down in front of Jackie? God, you can be such a moron!"
But, through the haze of his thoughts, an idea popped up, and he clearly saw where he should go, and he knew where he was going. His third father.
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Man, I'm getting more and more out of character. This chapter is short, but I'm starting to get a case of WB, so, I had to put it up. Let's hope it gets resolved by tomorrow! PLZ, if u liked this, R/R!