Bound By Love
Everything Changes
Bill
I wanted so badly to just run away from him but I knew I had nowhere else to go. My mom and brother ask too many questions and I wasn't in the mood for getting the third degree. I just had to face facts, I am stuck with my abusive, rapist of a father until I turn eighteen, hell if I make it to eighteen. I limped home after being discharged and quietly entered my house. My dad was passed out on the couch with one of his whores sprawled out on top of him. We barely made the mortgage this month but he always has enough to buy liquor. I went up to my room and lowered my broken frame onto my cheap bed. I closed my eyes hoping it'd ease the pain. It still hurt like hell. Fuck! Andy's face crossed my mind and I felt a lot better. Tom told me he was there. He helped me. That made me feel a lot better. I know they said get rest but I have to see him. I removed the tacky hospital clothes they loaned me and I put on my regular outfit. I limped out the house and dragged myself to the park. He was there only he wasn't drawing. He was just sitting there with his headphones in. I bit my lip and gathered up the courage to walk over to him.
"Hi." He turned around and smiled. That made my heart melt.
"Hey, how you feeling?"
"It hurts to move but I'll be alright. I just wanted to thank you for helping me."
"You don't have to thank me. You got me out of a party. So I'm good."
"Do you really mean that? The party part I mean."
"Of course not. Party or no party, I still would've helped you if I saw you like that. It scared me and that doesn't happen to me often." I sat down next to him and he turned off his iPod.
"You don't get scared?"
"It takes some real serious shit to scare me."
"Oh." I looked down at my lap and he sighed. I heard a lighter and turned to see him lighting a cigarette.
"You smoke?"
"Yeah. I've been smoking ever since I was 13."
"How old are you?"
"16."
"How'd you get cigarettes?"
"Older friends. They buy the shit and I smoked it." He flicked the cigarette and inhaled another puff.
"So, h-how long have you been coming here?"
"My entire middle school life I spent in this park. Running away from bullies and shit."
"I take it shit is your favorite word." He gave me a two finger salute and smiled. He tossed the cigarette into a empty trash can after he put it out on the bench. He brought his hands up to his head and massaged his temples.
"You okay?"
"Headache. I've had them since I was a kid. It'll pass." He sighed again and leaned back on the bench.
"Listen, as a symbol of my gratitude wanna hit up a movie?"
"Sure." He said. "Meet me at Scarborough at eight. Here's my house number and my cell number." He wrote it down on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
"See you tonight." He got up and kissed my cheek.
Andy
I got home and went up to my room. This damn headache won't let up! I laid face down in my bed and moaned. This wasn't good. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Ashley.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Can you come over? I feel like serious shit right now."
"I'll be there in twenty." I sighed and groaned while my headache intensified. I shut my eyes tightly and felt my stomach churn in all sorts of directions.
"Andy, you up here?" I heard Ashley say.
"Yeah." I groaned. He walked in and I felt his hand on my head.
"Is it another headache?"
"Yeah. Can you get me a ice pack or something?" He went into my bathroom to get a painkiller. I opened my eyes and everything looked like a kaleidoscope, breathing was getting difficult and my body felt numb.
"Andy?!" That was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.
I wanted so badly to just run away from him but I knew I had nowhere else to go. My mom and brother ask too many questions and I wasn't in the mood for getting the third degree. I just had to face facts, I am stuck with my abusive, rapist of a father until I turn eighteen, hell if I make it to eighteen. I limped home after being discharged and quietly entered my house. My dad was passed out on the couch with one of his whores sprawled out on top of him. We barely made the mortgage this month but he always has enough to buy liquor. I went up to my room and lowered my broken frame onto my cheap bed. I closed my eyes hoping it'd ease the pain. It still hurt like hell. Fuck! Andy's face crossed my mind and I felt a lot better. Tom told me he was there. He helped me. That made me feel a lot better. I know they said get rest but I have to see him. I removed the tacky hospital clothes they loaned me and I put on my regular outfit. I limped out the house and dragged myself to the park. He was there only he wasn't drawing. He was just sitting there with his headphones in. I bit my lip and gathered up the courage to walk over to him.
"Hi." He turned around and smiled. That made my heart melt.
"Hey, how you feeling?"
"It hurts to move but I'll be alright. I just wanted to thank you for helping me."
"You don't have to thank me. You got me out of a party. So I'm good."
"Do you really mean that? The party part I mean."
"Of course not. Party or no party, I still would've helped you if I saw you like that. It scared me and that doesn't happen to me often." I sat down next to him and he turned off his iPod.
"You don't get scared?"
"It takes some real serious shit to scare me."
"Oh." I looked down at my lap and he sighed. I heard a lighter and turned to see him lighting a cigarette.
"You smoke?"
"Yeah. I've been smoking ever since I was 13."
"How old are you?"
"16."
"How'd you get cigarettes?"
"Older friends. They buy the shit and I smoked it." He flicked the cigarette and inhaled another puff.
"So, h-how long have you been coming here?"
"My entire middle school life I spent in this park. Running away from bullies and shit."
"I take it shit is your favorite word." He gave me a two finger salute and smiled. He tossed the cigarette into a empty trash can after he put it out on the bench. He brought his hands up to his head and massaged his temples.
"You okay?"
"Headache. I've had them since I was a kid. It'll pass." He sighed again and leaned back on the bench.
"Listen, as a symbol of my gratitude wanna hit up a movie?"
"Sure." He said. "Meet me at Scarborough at eight. Here's my house number and my cell number." He wrote it down on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
"See you tonight." He got up and kissed my cheek.
Andy
I got home and went up to my room. This damn headache won't let up! I laid face down in my bed and moaned. This wasn't good. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Ashley.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Can you come over? I feel like serious shit right now."
"I'll be there in twenty." I sighed and groaned while my headache intensified. I shut my eyes tightly and felt my stomach churn in all sorts of directions.
"Andy, you up here?" I heard Ashley say.
"Yeah." I groaned. He walked in and I felt his hand on my head.
"Is it another headache?"
"Yeah. Can you get me a ice pack or something?" He went into my bathroom to get a painkiller. I opened my eyes and everything looked like a kaleidoscope, breathing was getting difficult and my body felt numb.
"Andy?!" That was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.
@Purdy's_little_lady_outlaw there's a sequel called Fond Memories
5/6/14