Chapter Three: Flashback
Every time I watch a Static Shock episode, I wonder: Why in this world I DON'T own Richie, or Virgil, or Richie, or Ebon, or Richie???? =´O
HFH writes: Hello again! I wrote this chap while my professor was talking 'bout... boring things I gotta know for my next exam =D I gotta change this fic to PG due to swearing and violence.
xThunderBolt0x, Feline-Feral, Kate Maxwell, X3, dr.shmoorzdic, The Evil Mermaid Sal and Angel Reid: Thank you very much for your reviews!!! =D I hope you like this new chap
To Angel Reid: Of course I'd love to!! English is my weakest point ever... mostly 'cause I was drawing while my English teacher explained... XD So, if you don't mind, I'll send you the next chapter first by mail so you can check its (terrible) grammar.
Well, let's start with this fic!
One hour before. Richie's home
Mr. Foley was watching TV, with a bottle of whisky as his only company. The bedroom was lit by a blue brightness.
A female shape appeared in the doorframe and turned on the lights. His husband didn't answered her low greetings, but got up and approached her. The man grabbed her wist, pressed it with rage and made her face him.
-Where did you go?
Mrs. Foley trembled with fear after seeing his menacinly look –Gloria and I...
-Gloria, eh? DON'T LIE TO ME!- he shaked the wist- George told me about your "boyfriends"... about Brian, Jack, Henry and Milton and... who else? The butcher? My grandfather? WHO ELSE?
His partner was pale but answered back, musting up all her courage -Why are you so surprised? You'd kill everything I felt for you- Her wist suffered more pression, while a warm, alcoholic breath touched lightly her cheek. That was the last straw. -Look at you, there's nothing left of the man I fell in love with. Nothing. And you are the only responsible...
-Shut up, bitch!
-That's enough... Do you wanna talk? Fine! Let's talk! Why don't you tell me about your secretarian? About her baby's father?- Mrs. Foley looked right towards his eyes- Come on, let's talk about Amanda...
-Don't involve her in this!!- a punch hit the woman's nose and made her fall. She touched her warm blood with a mixture of fear, pain and surprise. Mr. Foley did never hit her before.
The man grabbed her hair and pulled it, lifting her head. Seconds later, Mrs. Foley was hit again.
At the Gas Station
Richie released a unscrewer, dissapointed "It's pointless, I just can't get concentrated... my mind starts to disgress over and over again"
"How could I fix Backpack, when I can't fix my own family? How could I save Dakota, when I just can't help my own family? My marks are falling, my classmates murmur about the "Poor Richie" during the lunch. I wanted to be popular, but not in that way! Only Daisy, Freida and Virgil give me their support. It's truth: when you are in trouble, only your true friends will be there. I know I'm not grateful to them at all... I'm just too busy with being embittered and annoyed. But, what else can I do? My father, once the man I trusted and loved, is now a human garbage who spends our few money on alcohol and insults us during the dinner. My mother isn't better, she's running from bed to bed, like a psycho-whore. They just hate to each other, and I gotta inhale that hate... feel it burning my lungs... and I don't know what to do. I'm tired of them, of their hate, of Gear and Backpack... I'm tired.
And I take out my anger on Virgil. I'm such a great friend"
"I ruined our friendship with my envy... I couldn't avoid it; he's got such a beautiful family. Although the Hawkins suffered a painful loss years ago, they are together. A bond unites them: Love. I can't say the same thing about my family"
The teenager sighed "What can I do? It's ridiculous: I am a super nerd, Physics and Maths are easy for me... but I don't know how to live in the real world. So, what's my superior intelligence for?"
"Stop. I'd love to stop thinking. I know I sound as a suicide, but it's the truth"
Richie stared at Backpack and turned off the lights "Maybe tomorrow..."
He walked slowly. While he was going back to his home, the peaceful night animated him a little. "Tomorrow, I'll buy Virgil some CockroachMan comics and I'll apologize. I shouldn't treat him that bad, my family is a shit but it isn't V's fault. I gotta apologize to Daisy and Freida too... goodbye, savings!" Richie smirked. Back at home, he grabbed his key and insert it on the lock. The younger Foley was going to take the latch when the door opened. "Hey... I locked the door! I even left some lights up..." he noticed the darkness inside.
Richie bit his lips "He's at home. I didn't want to arrive after him... now, I gotta go to his bedroom and tolerate his insults" The teenager went upstairs, trying to not make noise.
A cry
A low sob interrupted the silence.
His mother
Richie was like hypnotized, he only reacted when the cry stopped, seconds later. The blonde teenager ran towards her bedroom.
On the bed, Mrs. Foley was crying, half uncounscious. Her hands were tied to the bars. Her deformed face was covered with wounds and blood.
Staring at her with horror, Richie felt himself little, abandoned, helpless. -Mom...- he cried. Richie untied her hands, while tears were furrowing his cheeks. Mrs. Foley opened slowly her eyes, and stared at her son. She was going to answer, when some broken theet fell.
-Don't worry, I'll call him... I'll... Static... Virgil will help us...- his mother didn't understand Richie's incoherent words. The woman saw him taking the phone and dialing. Her son asked for Virgil and waited, sobbing.
-Richie?- his friend asked
-V, please come...
Mrs. Foley looked at the door, and moaned. Her husband was just there, staring at his gossipy son with fury. The man's face revealed madness and hate.
His right hand showed a gun.
Virgil Hawkins was still dismayed. That scene destroyed his nerves... the injured woman, the blood, the cadaver.
Only a word was echoing inside his mind "Richie..."
To be continued...