Chapter 5 : All The Pretty Faces

My mom used to snap at me, sudden bursts of anger and agony being spilled off her lips and floated into my ears. By the age of 12 I got over these sudden urges of yelling back at her and just nodded and slunk away, I had no right to try and say something against her, I mean, she was my mother.

And even though I momentary lapse back into the things that she would snap at me about, the most stupid things, mind you, I know it was for a good cause. Now when I was little, an angry little kid, it pissed me off. But now…yeah now it made me laugh because I have gone through so many worse things.

I would go crazy in the summer, I had so many ideas, I just didn't have anyway to display the talent.

I wasn't exactly one for movement, I mean, if I wanted to, and when I wanted to, I could be the fastest, quickest person you'd ever meet, but now, I was just used to taking things slow. That's just the way I am. So during the time I was trapped in that hellhole I would come up with the most darkest, stupidest, funniest jokes I could think of and replay them over and over in my mind. Something to keep myself at bay until school started, you know, where I was free to be the caffeine addicted glue sniffing smart talking kid that I was.

And I used to write on everything.

Oh and I was a whore for music.

Rock music exactly, if you didn't like rock music, I didn't like you.

People would worry about me when they heard of the different subjects that I was interested in. Holy hell, I was interested in un-Godly and un-worldly things. You see, back then, I had a fetish for things that were off the caliber, like diseases and people would be pissed when I asked them a question.

So mainly, basically, in a nut shell, I was a closet case paranoid person who floated around through the teen years,

Paris poked me," Can I go into the back seat?"

"What the hell for kid?" I asked, still trying to get him to want to get out my car and run far far away from me.

"I'm tired, I want to sleep" He shrugged," And your seat belt keeps cutting into my shoulder blade. You may want to check that it, I think it has something sticking out of it"

Yeah, I know. It was a spring.

"No" I said, looking back on the road.

"Why?"

"Because I said so kid"

"Why?"

"Look," I snapped, looking around at him, the sudden motion made him jump and I knew that I had at least some what gotten to him. He tired his best to cover it up but I knew, I knew and I smiled.

That made him look down to the floor real quick. I didn't know why he was so hell bent on hiding his eyes from me, but whatever, the faster the kid got out of my car the faster…well the faster I could finish ruining my life, or whatever It was that I was doing to it. I pulled the car to a stop, I drove off onto the express lane for a quick second, and unlocked the door.

"Go on then" I said, nodding. " Go get in the back"

He looked at me cautiously." You won't drive away?"

"Noooo…" I stifled the sarcasm in my voice," Why would I?"

'Because you don't seem to like me" He said shortly, getting out. As soon as the door closed I hit the peddle and sped off, I could hear him yelling at me from behind, and surprisingly enough, he was right on my back. I couldn't believe that this kid was actually trying to run to catch up with me.

I slowed the car down just to tease him before speeding up again," Please…" He called from out side, I rolled the window down so I could hear him better," Stop, how can you leave me alone in the dark like this? I have no where to go…no family, how can you sleep at night knowing that you did this to a poor kid like me? Mister….Miss…please!" He stopped. Finally slowing down and slipped to the floor, already crying.

I peeked at him through my rear view mirror.

"Please dad…please, don't go! Just stay…like, 5 more minute. How can you just leave me like this…"

See, there's those memories kicking into gear again.

There goes me slowing down

I finally pull to a stop and roll down one window and lock the doors. I don't want him climbing in. He runs up to it, catching his breath and stares at me," You stopped"

"No s-" I stopped myself," Yes. I have a question. Why are you following me? Demanding that I keep you as my captive?"

"Because I trust you"

"Kid, I beat up your dad, there's nothing special like that. I'm pretty sure lots of people have" I shrugged," I'm not a good person to be hanging around, I'm not some ideal role model , and my life is going no where"

"I don't want one" He sighed," And you were the first person to actually stand up for me…instead of against me. I just want to stay with you until I sort some things out" He looked at me, his head cocked to the side and his eyes lowered to the floor.

"Please…" He stopped then tried again," Please…"

There was so much desperation in his voice it sickened me. I rolled up the window and through the glass I could already see his eyes watering up as he turned to walk away.

I leaned over to the back seat and unlocked the door." Get in" I called out.

He looked up at me, his smile wide." Really?"

"Yeah, but I have a few rules" I said as he slid into the car cheerfully, still holding his arm though.

"I'll follow them, I promise"

"Rule 1, stop smiling, it's annoying"