Hold On
Can't Hold On
Chapter 14
"I love you" she told me smiling as she passed me by in the hallway during school.
'I wish I worth your love', I thought and I gave her a half smile and continued on walking.
She frowned and ran to catch up with me.
"Uh! Hey! What's with you? Turn around look at me"
I tried to smiled but she saw through it and again she doubted me. "Gordo did tell me everything, right? Is there something else that's bothering you?"
I shook my head, "No I just woke up late, I'm kinda tired. I'm still half a sleep"
This seemed to work for her and she smiled, "Aww, here rest your head on my shoulder"
I smiled and rest my head on her should smiling as I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath smelling her flowery hair and kissed her neck, she giggled
"Gordo! That tickles!" she said moving her head away"
I took my head off her shoulder smiled staring at her, she laughed
"So, you looking forward to winter break, only 6 hours left" she asked
"Yeah, I guess"
"You don't seem very excited. I love this time of year. You still are coming to my house Christmas Eve right?"
It became a tradition for us ever since we where little to go to Lizzie's for Christmas Eve. Since my parents weren't Christian they Christmas wasn't important to them they didn't mind me going to Lizzie on the holiday. Of course a lot had changed since then mainly my parents, I doubted they care what I did, or cared at all about me.
"Yeah Liz, of course"
"Good" she smiled and kissed me quickly, "I'll see ya later" and she walked off towards her next class.
"Oh wait" she said turning around to face me again, "not going to Ethan's Christmas Eve party, right?"
"Right"
She smiled and walked back over to me putting her hand around my head pulling me in for another kiss. She pulled away, "I love you so much. Thank you" she whispered.
My eyes glanced down for a moment but I just kissed her again and then let her go off to her class. I shook my head not knowing now weather I was lying or not this time.
That day seemed to pass all to quickly for some reason and what seemed like a matter of seconds I was already driving, alone in my car to the house. I saw the broken window still there from the day before and glared at it for what seemed to be forever. I slowly walked inside looking at my feet as I walked making sure not the step on any broken glass. I let my backpack fall the floor making a loud bang, hoping to disturb someone's rest , and headed upstairs towards my room. I opened the door and reclined back in my chair not bothering to shut the door already knowing in advance someone would just break it down anyway if it was closed. I counted down the second in my head, '6....5..4..3..2-' I could already hear the footsteps hurriedly climbing up the stairs. It felt like the furniture was rumbling and the house starting to shake. He reached to pry open a door already opened and awkwardly stumbled backwards.
"What the hell are you trying to do David!? Do you want me to kill myself?! And what's with the smart-aleck bang you made downstairs? Are you trying to make things harder for your mother and I? She almost had a heart attack right there the noise bothered she so much! Don't you ever-"
"Why all of a sudden do you care about her now?"
"Since when do you care what's going on in this house at all? All you do now is go to parties get wasted, and oh yeah hang out with that little sluty girlfriend of yours"
Gordo's eyes burned, "What did you call her?!"
"What does it matter?! I don't want you-"
Gordo interrupted him and putting his hands up and shoved him making Mr. Gordon fall back a ways, "I don't care anymore what you say. Don't ever talk about Lizzie like that"
He pushed him again this time harder and his father now against the wall. He father now realizing Gordo's seriousness decided to fight back showing no mercy for his son. He punched him in the side repeatedly striking him harder each time. Gordo leaned over, curving his back, trying to cover his chest and stomach from his father's fists. He yet out a short cry from the pain he endured and felt more busies form on his chest. Blood slowly dripped down his back from the ones already there. Gordo wasn't one good at fighting or even self-defense so he stayed like this for what seemed hours. He shut tight his eyes trying to in vision Lizzie. But every time a smile seemed to cross his face the pain seemed to increase. Maybe he didn't deserve happiness.
Gordo walked backwards screaming, "I give up!" tears rushed down his face but his face still showed pure hatred, "Leave me alone, and I won't get in your way. Just please don't hurt Lizzie" he sighed afraid to say the next words that came to mind, "Don't let me hurt her, like you do mom"
His father stopped to ponder this but Gordo have already run out before his father could let out another yell. A trail of tears and screams following him as he reached the sidewalk. Glasses shattering, he could hear from the house. His mother's soft fearful voice suddenly interrupted by yelling and hatful words screamed at her. No tears, though, came after just petty whimpering. Crying wasn't allowed. She cried once but only in pity of him....her son.
He looked back to the street noticing the people around starting to stare and the house and him as well. He shook his head and started running. Some people called after him, probably just concerned but he knew they didn't really care-they didn't understand anything.
He ran faster. Had just ruined everything? He tried to change but it didn't help nothing could help him anymore. It was over now. He given up for good, so he ran to the only place he could find pleasure yet even great pain. But he'd given up so nothing was supposed to matter to him. He guessed if he didn't care anymore he and everyone else who lives he'd wreaked, wouldn't feel the pain of his problems.
But in that crowd of people someone, unnoticed to Gordo, now understood what was bothering him. She gasped watching him run, 'He's going to the party' she thought, 'Oh my-'
She didn't know what to do. She called after him but he ignored her and ran faster. As much she wanted help him and as much as it hurt her not offering him help, she knew she risked too much and just couldn't possibly. She was not one to take risks, at least ones like that.
She watched him from a distance, still running. She had no idea what he was going to now, but she felt that whatever it was it'd be far worst than anything else he done so far. This time someone would really be hurt. This time someone would cry.
How did she get caught up in this?
~~~Review please. Was listening to The White Stripes' "Seven Nation Army" when I wrote part of this and they're pretty good inspiration. Although they're kinda weird, their music's cool.
And oh yeah-Popstar Magazine, Adam Lamberg, interview, big poster, which issue? Anyone know?
Anyway hope you liked this chapter. I wrote a chapter to a new story (Lizzie Nightmares) and it's going to be a pretty cool story I think. Well later guys!
Lola~
Can't Hold On
Chapter 14
"I love you" she told me smiling as she passed me by in the hallway during school.
'I wish I worth your love', I thought and I gave her a half smile and continued on walking.
She frowned and ran to catch up with me.
"Uh! Hey! What's with you? Turn around look at me"
I tried to smiled but she saw through it and again she doubted me. "Gordo did tell me everything, right? Is there something else that's bothering you?"
I shook my head, "No I just woke up late, I'm kinda tired. I'm still half a sleep"
This seemed to work for her and she smiled, "Aww, here rest your head on my shoulder"
I smiled and rest my head on her should smiling as I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath smelling her flowery hair and kissed her neck, she giggled
"Gordo! That tickles!" she said moving her head away"
I took my head off her shoulder smiled staring at her, she laughed
"So, you looking forward to winter break, only 6 hours left" she asked
"Yeah, I guess"
"You don't seem very excited. I love this time of year. You still are coming to my house Christmas Eve right?"
It became a tradition for us ever since we where little to go to Lizzie's for Christmas Eve. Since my parents weren't Christian they Christmas wasn't important to them they didn't mind me going to Lizzie on the holiday. Of course a lot had changed since then mainly my parents, I doubted they care what I did, or cared at all about me.
"Yeah Liz, of course"
"Good" she smiled and kissed me quickly, "I'll see ya later" and she walked off towards her next class.
"Oh wait" she said turning around to face me again, "not going to Ethan's Christmas Eve party, right?"
"Right"
She smiled and walked back over to me putting her hand around my head pulling me in for another kiss. She pulled away, "I love you so much. Thank you" she whispered.
My eyes glanced down for a moment but I just kissed her again and then let her go off to her class. I shook my head not knowing now weather I was lying or not this time.
That day seemed to pass all to quickly for some reason and what seemed like a matter of seconds I was already driving, alone in my car to the house. I saw the broken window still there from the day before and glared at it for what seemed to be forever. I slowly walked inside looking at my feet as I walked making sure not the step on any broken glass. I let my backpack fall the floor making a loud bang, hoping to disturb someone's rest , and headed upstairs towards my room. I opened the door and reclined back in my chair not bothering to shut the door already knowing in advance someone would just break it down anyway if it was closed. I counted down the second in my head, '6....5..4..3..2-' I could already hear the footsteps hurriedly climbing up the stairs. It felt like the furniture was rumbling and the house starting to shake. He reached to pry open a door already opened and awkwardly stumbled backwards.
"What the hell are you trying to do David!? Do you want me to kill myself?! And what's with the smart-aleck bang you made downstairs? Are you trying to make things harder for your mother and I? She almost had a heart attack right there the noise bothered she so much! Don't you ever-"
"Why all of a sudden do you care about her now?"
"Since when do you care what's going on in this house at all? All you do now is go to parties get wasted, and oh yeah hang out with that little sluty girlfriend of yours"
Gordo's eyes burned, "What did you call her?!"
"What does it matter?! I don't want you-"
Gordo interrupted him and putting his hands up and shoved him making Mr. Gordon fall back a ways, "I don't care anymore what you say. Don't ever talk about Lizzie like that"
He pushed him again this time harder and his father now against the wall. He father now realizing Gordo's seriousness decided to fight back showing no mercy for his son. He punched him in the side repeatedly striking him harder each time. Gordo leaned over, curving his back, trying to cover his chest and stomach from his father's fists. He yet out a short cry from the pain he endured and felt more busies form on his chest. Blood slowly dripped down his back from the ones already there. Gordo wasn't one good at fighting or even self-defense so he stayed like this for what seemed hours. He shut tight his eyes trying to in vision Lizzie. But every time a smile seemed to cross his face the pain seemed to increase. Maybe he didn't deserve happiness.
Gordo walked backwards screaming, "I give up!" tears rushed down his face but his face still showed pure hatred, "Leave me alone, and I won't get in your way. Just please don't hurt Lizzie" he sighed afraid to say the next words that came to mind, "Don't let me hurt her, like you do mom"
His father stopped to ponder this but Gordo have already run out before his father could let out another yell. A trail of tears and screams following him as he reached the sidewalk. Glasses shattering, he could hear from the house. His mother's soft fearful voice suddenly interrupted by yelling and hatful words screamed at her. No tears, though, came after just petty whimpering. Crying wasn't allowed. She cried once but only in pity of him....her son.
He looked back to the street noticing the people around starting to stare and the house and him as well. He shook his head and started running. Some people called after him, probably just concerned but he knew they didn't really care-they didn't understand anything.
He ran faster. Had just ruined everything? He tried to change but it didn't help nothing could help him anymore. It was over now. He given up for good, so he ran to the only place he could find pleasure yet even great pain. But he'd given up so nothing was supposed to matter to him. He guessed if he didn't care anymore he and everyone else who lives he'd wreaked, wouldn't feel the pain of his problems.
But in that crowd of people someone, unnoticed to Gordo, now understood what was bothering him. She gasped watching him run, 'He's going to the party' she thought, 'Oh my-'
She didn't know what to do. She called after him but he ignored her and ran faster. As much she wanted help him and as much as it hurt her not offering him help, she knew she risked too much and just couldn't possibly. She was not one to take risks, at least ones like that.
She watched him from a distance, still running. She had no idea what he was going to now, but she felt that whatever it was it'd be far worst than anything else he done so far. This time someone would really be hurt. This time someone would cry.
How did she get caught up in this?
~~~Review please. Was listening to The White Stripes' "Seven Nation Army" when I wrote part of this and they're pretty good inspiration. Although they're kinda weird, their music's cool.
And oh yeah-Popstar Magazine, Adam Lamberg, interview, big poster, which issue? Anyone know?
Anyway hope you liked this chapter. I wrote a chapter to a new story (Lizzie Nightmares) and it's going to be a pretty cool story I think. Well later guys!
Lola~