(Well, when its bad its get worse, my mom keeps threatening to send me to Shepard Pratt, it's a place for crazy kids. She wants me to talk to her but she just tells me to die and calls me a fucken cunt, so I have decided that I have no mother, I can't take her beaten up on me and callen me names and tellen me she hates me.. I don't fucken need that shit… Sorry, I'm just very sad right now and I need to vent a little, just a tiny bit.)
Squee stood up quickly, looking down at Nny with an excited look. "So, we go'en er not?"
Nny opened his eyes and looked up at Squee with a confused exhausted look. "We're only goen if you can carry me cause I'm reeeeeeally hurten right now." All that walking and running can do that.
"Uh.. I can't carry you… your to fat.." He squeaked innocently not really meaning anything by it but Jhonny of coarse toke it the wrong way.
Nny jumped up so quickly Squee thought that he might have shit his pants on the spot. He tackled Squee to the ground, wrapping his claw like fingers around his neck as he screamed,"I'M NOT FUCKEN FAT! You can't lie to me cause I KNOOOOW! I know I'm not fat! I can tell these thing!"
Squee's hands immediately went to where Nny's hands were and tried to pry them off his neck. " I .. didn't mean it that way.." He chokes out, the lack of air making his voice squeaky and kind of bird like which made Nny giggle a bit but then he remembered what he was doing and became serious agein.
"You had better watch what you say little Squee-gee or I swear ta FUCK I'll gouge your eyes out!" He didn't say this in a loud voice, but kind of like an angry sheathing whisper. His face was very close to Squee which freaked him out, this was probably the only time Nny had ever touched him.
Nny let go roughly, almost throwing Squee, as he spun around and started walking home, mumbling to himself. Squee followed close behind but not to close for fear that he might get angry again.
Nothing was said the whole walk home that made it even more akward, Squee was to scared to talk and Nny was to pissed off. Luckily it was't all that dark, there were plenty of street lights and head lights; Squee was deathly afraid of the dark, he would freak out, scream and trash around in the dark.
(Sorry this chapter is so short, I need to go cry now, everything is coming down on me… they called social service on my grandparents and now their all angry at me because I told the fucken therapist about what happened to me when I was little, and now their daycare is going to be closed and its gonna be all my fault. They'll have no money and its all my fucken fault. This is why I hate Therapists…)