Chapter 2
Seating himself on the side of a ditch as he removed his work gloves, placing them in the grass next to him, dirty from the waste up from working in a ditch, ever since he arrived. Wiping his brow as he sighs, hearing a voice bark. "Back to work!" Jumping as he sighs, knowing this must be one of the others Dave was telling him about yesterday. He knew some of the guys from being on the road with his dad, when he was a kid. "Well I thought I'd see you sometime Mark.." Stepping up in a pair of blue jeans, black wife beater tucked in, sunglasses and a light brown colored cowboy hat on his head, covering himself from the sun, Mark came into view. "Well, well, well. Ain't it young Tritan. Didn't recognize you without all the clothes you're usually hiding under, when we see you with your mom. Get up and get back to work." Rolling his eyes as he sits there, "Whatever.. I'm taking a break." Mark lifted a brow as he knocks Tritan back into the ditch, watching him roll and land on his back in the dirt.
Sitting up as he growls, looking at him. "What the hell was that for?!?" Tritan bellowed as he grabbed a shovel trying to climb back out. Mark lowered his sunglasses, down the bridge of his nose. Piercing green eyes narrowing at the kid. "I said get back to work. I'm not kidding. If you don't the entire camp gets punished on your behalf." Pushing Tritan with his boot, on top of his head, back into the ditch he was suppose to be working in. Growling as he stood to his feet again, getting back to work, "This is against my own free will.."
Mark shakes his head, have had heard that many times before. "You have no free will Tritan. Not until you can prove that you have responsibility for your actions. Plus learn to respect others and yourself. Now shut up and get back to work, this has to be done today." With that Mark kept walking along, checking on the other workers that were doing various chores around the property.
Climbing out of the ditch, after finally finishing his part, as he wiped his brow of sweat as he slowly walked along the grass. Feeling a hand on his shoulder as he shrugged it off. "Get away.." "Don't talk to me like that Tritan.." Stopping in his foot steps, turning his attention to the voice as he recognized it anywhere. "Dude how did you get here.. I'm sorry I didn't know it was you AJ." His blue eyes caught a pair of brown eyes that led to one of his gang partners in crime, Ashen Jesse or AJ for short. Shoulder length light brown hair was tied back with a backwards dirty New York Mets cap. Blue jeans, Dark brown worn out work boots and a light gray, sleeveless shirt adorned her athletic figure. "It's alright. I didn't know your mom sent you here. Of all places."
They both started walking along together, heading out to the barn for their chores. "What do you mean 'Of All Places'?" Chuckling as she looked to him, "This is the last resort the cops and parents have before your sent to juvie. You didn't know that?" Tritan sighs as he shakes his head, "My mom told me she was sending me to some of her friends to get me out of the city. You know after the last fight that I ended up in the hospital in." Nodding her head once, "Yea you weren't the only one that ended up there. I did too." Lifting the left side of my shirt up, showing a fresh scar, that ran the vertical way, half way up my side from the rim of my jeans. Tritan stopped as he took in the scar that sat on his best friend's side. "They box cut you..." He mentioned it more like a statement than a question. Lowering my shirt as I nod my head once, "Yes they did, after they beaten me to the ground. My dad wasn't too thrilled. I was sent here three months ago." "I was wondering where you disappeared too after that. Nobody knew where you went."
Shaking her head as they walked off, "My dad sent me here. He hated the fact that was I running wild, while he was off on the road working or somewhere in the city. He didn't want to worry about me while he worked. Whatever that means." Tritan chuckles, "Dude he had nothing to worry. You were with me most of the time." "I know, but once he found out his buddies could help him out, he sent me here. Been here ever since." Stopping outside the barn, before heading inside for chores. "So your dad knows Dave, Mark and all them?" Nodding my head, "Yep use to work with them, before he retired and decided to stick with his businesses. Small world isn't it?" Tritan nodded his head once, "Yea.. Sure is." He went to say something else before Mark stepped up to them both. "You two are wasting time. The horses won't water and feed themselves."
Looking up to him, "Sorry Mark it won't happen again. Tritan here was just asking how things worked around here that's all. We were just going to get chores started." Mark nods, "Don't be hanging around with him AJ. He's a bad influence on you. You've come a long way since being here. Don't let him screw up your process." With that said he walked off. Sighing as Tritan went to go follow him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't Tritan. He doesn't mean anything by it. Him and my father are really close. Watches me like a hawk every chance he gets." Tritan sighs as he looks to AJ, "I'm not a bad influence. He doesn't even know me from a hole in the ground." Sighing a bit, "He knew you as a boy and saw you grow up Tritan. But he hasn't seen you in a few years. Give everyone here a chance to get to know the actual you. You must remember, they all knew your dad and were all great friends, a family mostly." Tritan rolls his eyes, "Yea I know.. That's all I've been hearing. Sick and tired of hearing it too." Chuckling as Tritan gave me a look, "I hear it all the time about my dad. It never gets old. I better go. Dave wants my help in the garage. Hopefully I'll see you around." Walking off to the garage to give Dave some help. Tritan shakes his head as he turns on his heels, heading into the barn to get to the chores, before Mark came back and they'd have more problems.
Tritan jumped as he heard something make a noise outside his window, later on that night. Sitting up as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, lifting up the shade as he saw AJ waving at him from the side yard below. Motioning to hang a minute, quietly climbing out of bed, dressing in his own clothes. Carrying his work boots in his hands, made his way downstairs, very quietly so he wouldn't wake Dave or Mark up. Stepping outside as he closed the door as AJ came up to the porch, slipping on his work boots as they both hauled ass across the lawn, over to the wall. "I love this idea of getting out of here for the night." Tritan whispered as they both climbed the wall, hopping down to the ground on the other side, where some of their gang was waiting in a jet black Escalade. Both climbing in as they headed off to the city for the night.
After walking around for awhile in their neighborhood, where they're gang ruled the roost. Taking seats on a building's front stoop. "Man I have missed this so much." Tritan said as he puffed on a cigarette, he had just lit to seating himself on the stone railing. Snickering as she sighed, "Dude nothing like rolling with your amigos after putting on a performance at the hell hole." Tritan lifted a brow, "You're playing them?" Nodding my head once, "Yes I am. So I can get out quicker. So they don't go rat me out to my father. If he ever caught on, I'm dead." Tritan laughs as they hang out, just talking, telling jokes as they always did with their buddies. Until something happen that would change both in ways they'd never imagined.