Due to the fact it seems Leon can't be lived without, maybe I'll throw him
back in. For now, he's still gone. I'm sorry I was so slow to update this
but let's all repeat after me, "School is a meaningless waste of 6 hours
out of my day, 30 hours a week." That said I give you the next chapter.
Just walk away Jesse. Just walk away.
No, come on, the kid probably needs a place to stay. Just try, one more time. Think about how you'd feel if you were without a home. The kid can't be more than 15.
Just go home, take a hot shower. Attempt to get the oil out from under your nails. Have a beer and watch the game. Jesse listened to the angel and devil on his shoulder, not sure on what he wanted to do. On one hand the fact remained the kid had saved his ass and needed a place to stay. On the other, how was he going to explain to Dom and c/o that his ass had need saving? Dom had only been back for what, 2 months, 2 and a half. He really needed to lie low, to stay out of fights. He was going to keep racing (that was a given) but the gang needed him here, not hiding out in Mexico.
Whilst Jesse debated with himself, he saw the kid, no, Tyler, walk to the end of the alley. He started to turn out but was pushed back in by a large body and the big fist that went with it.
"Where you trying to go?" Jesse heard the body yell. He started to scramble over the fence. The kid did have a switchblade but who could refuse a helping hand against a guy twice the size of them? He jogged up in time to hear the kid say, "Look, calm down Dad." Jesse stopped. Dad? Maybe now is a good time to walk away. The angel didn't protest.
"Like hell I will! Where the fuck is the money!"
"What money?" Tyler sounded confused and panicked.
The man punched him in the face. "The money you stole from my god damn pocket! Where the hell is it!" Tyler shook his head.
"I dunno. I didn't take it. Dad believe me, please."
He was punched again. "YOU TOOK IT! How much you earn tonight? Huh? 20 bucks? 30?"
"15?"
"15?! 15 fuckin' dollars! I know people who would pay 30-" Jesse decided now was a good time to intervene. He took a deep breath and attempted to imitate Dom's demanding voice.
"Hey, you! Leave the kid alone!" He decided to stay masked in the shadows, knowing the fact he was shorter than the man wouldn't help Tyler. The man looked around. He punched the kid in the face and swayed off. Jesse rushed up to the kid. Something dark was making it's way down the tan skin, creating a puddle in the dirt. "hey, look are you alright?"
"Do I look alright?" asked Tyler angrily, looking up. His face had a cut under the eyes, his eye was bruised and it looked as if he was bleeding from the mouth and nose. He took a deep breath, "Look you should have just kept walking. A'ight? Just go." He started to leave.
"No." said Jesse. "You're gonna come with me. You can get cleaned up and a place to sleep. After that, yeah you can leave but I can't let you go. I'm not gonna walk." The kid bit his lip, thinking. He shrugged.
"Fine." They started walking to the bus stop. Jesse kept looking at the kid whose face dripped blood but he made no effort to wipe it off. Sighing he dug out a rag that seemed to be fairly oil-less and handed it to Tyler. Flinching, he took it and held it to the cut under his eyes, which seemed to bleeding the most. "Something wrong with your chest?" asked Tyler, his voice breaking the cool night air like Joshua's ram horns on Jericho's walls. Jesse unclasped his chest, not realizing he held it.
"A couple months ago, I got shot in the chest. It hurts sometimes and sometimes I just clasp it because. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything."
"Naw, I know you what you mean. Like in my sleep I curl into a ball." The two returned to not saying anything. Jesse heard the sound of liquid hitting the pavement and turned to see Tyler wringing out the rag. It was stained a dark red and the blood and oil ran over his hands. He pushed it back on his face. Jesse swore, realizing the kid needing to get to the house now. Shit, he's really bleeding. Jesse kept tapping his foot and looking up and down the street, alternating between clasping his chest and hands together. Finally he gave up and went to the pay phone. As he stood, he jiggled his foot. Mia picked up on the first ring.
"Hola?"
"Mia?"
"Jesse! Where are you! You said you'd be back soon. Dom's ready to go out and look for you!"
"I met someone-"
"A girl?"
"No, there's, there's this kid. He saved my ass and then I ended up saving his and he needs a place to crash so I kinda convinced him to crash at our house but the stupid bus isn't here and do you think you could pick us up?" Mia listened, used to the rushed way Jesse talked.
"Sure. Where are you?" Jesse told her and hung up. He went to stand by Tyler.
"My friend will be here to pick us up in a couple of minutes." Tyler didn't say anything. He was swaying slightly and Jesse couldn't be sure he had even heard him. Christ, is it possible he lost that much blood? A few minutes later Mia screeched up in her nice car.
She saw a teen almost leaning against Jesse, holding a rag to his face, the front of his shirt stained dark. She jumped out of the car and ran around to where the two stood. "Mia," said Jesse gratefully. The teen removed the rag from his face and she saw a small cut from where the blood was pouring. He looked at Jesse.
"I like your taste in friends," he said.
Just walk away Jesse. Just walk away.
No, come on, the kid probably needs a place to stay. Just try, one more time. Think about how you'd feel if you were without a home. The kid can't be more than 15.
Just go home, take a hot shower. Attempt to get the oil out from under your nails. Have a beer and watch the game. Jesse listened to the angel and devil on his shoulder, not sure on what he wanted to do. On one hand the fact remained the kid had saved his ass and needed a place to stay. On the other, how was he going to explain to Dom and c/o that his ass had need saving? Dom had only been back for what, 2 months, 2 and a half. He really needed to lie low, to stay out of fights. He was going to keep racing (that was a given) but the gang needed him here, not hiding out in Mexico.
Whilst Jesse debated with himself, he saw the kid, no, Tyler, walk to the end of the alley. He started to turn out but was pushed back in by a large body and the big fist that went with it.
"Where you trying to go?" Jesse heard the body yell. He started to scramble over the fence. The kid did have a switchblade but who could refuse a helping hand against a guy twice the size of them? He jogged up in time to hear the kid say, "Look, calm down Dad." Jesse stopped. Dad? Maybe now is a good time to walk away. The angel didn't protest.
"Like hell I will! Where the fuck is the money!"
"What money?" Tyler sounded confused and panicked.
The man punched him in the face. "The money you stole from my god damn pocket! Where the hell is it!" Tyler shook his head.
"I dunno. I didn't take it. Dad believe me, please."
He was punched again. "YOU TOOK IT! How much you earn tonight? Huh? 20 bucks? 30?"
"15?"
"15?! 15 fuckin' dollars! I know people who would pay 30-" Jesse decided now was a good time to intervene. He took a deep breath and attempted to imitate Dom's demanding voice.
"Hey, you! Leave the kid alone!" He decided to stay masked in the shadows, knowing the fact he was shorter than the man wouldn't help Tyler. The man looked around. He punched the kid in the face and swayed off. Jesse rushed up to the kid. Something dark was making it's way down the tan skin, creating a puddle in the dirt. "hey, look are you alright?"
"Do I look alright?" asked Tyler angrily, looking up. His face had a cut under the eyes, his eye was bruised and it looked as if he was bleeding from the mouth and nose. He took a deep breath, "Look you should have just kept walking. A'ight? Just go." He started to leave.
"No." said Jesse. "You're gonna come with me. You can get cleaned up and a place to sleep. After that, yeah you can leave but I can't let you go. I'm not gonna walk." The kid bit his lip, thinking. He shrugged.
"Fine." They started walking to the bus stop. Jesse kept looking at the kid whose face dripped blood but he made no effort to wipe it off. Sighing he dug out a rag that seemed to be fairly oil-less and handed it to Tyler. Flinching, he took it and held it to the cut under his eyes, which seemed to bleeding the most. "Something wrong with your chest?" asked Tyler, his voice breaking the cool night air like Joshua's ram horns on Jericho's walls. Jesse unclasped his chest, not realizing he held it.
"A couple months ago, I got shot in the chest. It hurts sometimes and sometimes I just clasp it because. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything."
"Naw, I know you what you mean. Like in my sleep I curl into a ball." The two returned to not saying anything. Jesse heard the sound of liquid hitting the pavement and turned to see Tyler wringing out the rag. It was stained a dark red and the blood and oil ran over his hands. He pushed it back on his face. Jesse swore, realizing the kid needing to get to the house now. Shit, he's really bleeding. Jesse kept tapping his foot and looking up and down the street, alternating between clasping his chest and hands together. Finally he gave up and went to the pay phone. As he stood, he jiggled his foot. Mia picked up on the first ring.
"Hola?"
"Mia?"
"Jesse! Where are you! You said you'd be back soon. Dom's ready to go out and look for you!"
"I met someone-"
"A girl?"
"No, there's, there's this kid. He saved my ass and then I ended up saving his and he needs a place to crash so I kinda convinced him to crash at our house but the stupid bus isn't here and do you think you could pick us up?" Mia listened, used to the rushed way Jesse talked.
"Sure. Where are you?" Jesse told her and hung up. He went to stand by Tyler.
"My friend will be here to pick us up in a couple of minutes." Tyler didn't say anything. He was swaying slightly and Jesse couldn't be sure he had even heard him. Christ, is it possible he lost that much blood? A few minutes later Mia screeched up in her nice car.
She saw a teen almost leaning against Jesse, holding a rag to his face, the front of his shirt stained dark. She jumped out of the car and ran around to where the two stood. "Mia," said Jesse gratefully. The teen removed the rag from his face and she saw a small cut from where the blood was pouring. He looked at Jesse.
"I like your taste in friends," he said.