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Home Bound

Chp. 3, Slides

I didn’t come out of my room the next day. I sat at my computer, watching music videos and drinking a mixture of Smirnoff and orange juice. Andy wasn’t here when I woke up. Of course the fucker wouldn’t be. “Five, four, three, two, one, the gun is gone and so am I”, Aurora cooed. I took another swig, watching her fragile frame close itself up on my screen. I would forever relate to this. She knew what was up. Her circles made sense. She would-

“FERRIS!” I jumped as Juliet came bursting into my room. “Ferris, my darling daughter!” she beamed. “I’m so happy to see you up! Daddy said you had a lady problem last night so I thought it would be fun if we had a girls’ day!”

“What?” I questioned.

“You know. You had a lady problem so I thought we could go get a few ‘items’ and then maybe get pedicures and go shopping!”

“Items like tampons?” I asked. “Mom, I know what a period is. I’m 17.” Juliet looked devastated as I capped my “orange juice”. “I got plenty with me but if you want to go shopping or something, that’s cool I guess.”

“Then let’s go!” she urged. “We’ll get whatever you want-”

“I don’t need anything”, I shrugged. “But if you want to stop at a Wendy’s for a frostee, that’d be nice.”

“C’mon, shopping is fun! All girls like shopping!” Juliet pleaded.

“It’s not necessary”, I muttered.

“Get up and get dressed”, she commanded. “I’m not raising my daughter to be a spoil sport-”

“You seem to be forgetting that I’m not your daughter”, I growled. Juliet glared before smacking me hard across the face.

“You’re so ungrateful”, she snarled.

“And you’re fucking crazy”, I retorted, throwing myself off the bed. Juliet wailed something but I didn’t pay attention. I grabbed a flannel shirt, a beanie, and my Vans. Thank God, I’d been motivated enough this morning to put on denim shorts and a black tank top so walking out wasn’t a problem. Juliet followed me downstairs where Andy was watching television.

“What’s going on?” he questioned.

“Nothing. Just a nut job trying to act like she can control my damned life”, I scoffed.

“I’m trying to do something with you and you got an attitude!” she argued.

“Sorry, I forgot to care. You clearly don’t. I mean, I told you I didn’t want to go shopping and then you act like-”

“Is that what this is about? Shopping?” Andy asked.

I frowned as I grabbed the handle on the front door. “Don’t wait up”, I growled. They began yelling between themselves as I marched outside. The air was clear, free of cigarettes. The sidewalk was neatly swept with lawns perfectly manicured. Houses in rows, neighbours being happy, kids laughing. I wondered how these people did it. Just looked death in the face and laughed, like “it’ll never happen because I’ll die never!” These people were freaks who mocked the circle. I hate circles. Instead of following the circle of the cul de sac and leaving the subdivision, I weaved between houses and found my way to a park by an old high school that was clearly uninhabited. Circles. This one had died only to be replaced with a new one. That’s how circles went. I fucking hate circles.

Someone started walking over so I hurried into a giant tubed slide attached to the jungle gym. The person who was coming by began speaking and just who was it? Andy freaking Biersack, my darling “father”. “Ferris? You around somewhere?” he called. “Ferris, I just want to talk.”

Talk. Yeah. More like lecture me. Tell me I wouldn’t be welcomed back. Here, I’ll just go pack my bags now!

“Ferris, please? I have an offer that might appeal to you?”

“And just what might that be?” I snapped before realizing I was speaking. Dammit. Sold myself out. Andy’s head poked out from the bottom of the slide and smiled at me.

“I’m not mad at you”, he began. “She told me what happened; she was mad you said she’s not your real mom and she’s not. You’re right. But I don’t think you guys are going to work out very well together even as foster-mom and foster-kid.”

“So what?” I questioned, glaring down at him as he sat on the bottom ledge. “You’re gonna let me pack my shit up and take me back to Miss Tammy?”

“I will let you pack your stuff up but for a different reason.” Andy pulled out a cigarette and lit it carefully. “I leave for tour soon but I still want to help you. So if you want to get away from Juliet, you could...come on tour with me?”

“Why would I do that?”

“I want to help you.”

“I don’t need help.”

Andy pouted. “Ferris, yes you do. But nobody can help you until you realize you have a problem. And I want to be there when you have that problem so we can get through it together.”

“You just want to be there so you can be glorified as being someone else’s ‘saviour’”, I mocked. “But, I won’t lie, tour sounds intriguing. I’ll do it but I’m not coming to you. I’ll go to one of your band mates.”

Andy rolled his eyes and smiled though there was a hint of irritation to it. “Whatever. Just...reach out to SOMEONE when you need to. If you really want to, we can go see Miss Tammy about signing papers. I’ll be the sole guardian. There will be no Juliet. We can go on tour and I’ll even hook you up with a job. That way, you can get the hang of supporting yourself and stuff.”

“What about school?!” I gasped, making Andy’s jaw drop. “You didn’t consider that, did you? How will I finish my classes?” Andy’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times before I started giggling. “Lucky for you, I graduated a semester early. We’re fine.”

He wiggled his finger. “You. You’re….pft.”

“Eloquently put”, I said. “Now get up. I’m coming down.” Andy got up so I could push myself down the slide before staring up at him. “I’m not calling you dad there either”, I pointed out.

“I didn’t plan on it”, he chuckled. “Now let’s go-”

“No. I’m staying here for a while”, I interrupted. “If that’s...okay?”

“Sure”, Andy nodded. “But I have to go back and make some calls.”

“Whatever.” I sat on the slide, watching Andy walk back to his house. This wasn’t very circular. This was a straight 90 degree angle. Maybe that wasn’t good because squares are quite boring but at least they’re better than circles.

Notes

Chapter so shit, I need a plunger and a plumber :D

Comments

This is good

Good lord, Andy, water u doin mate?

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5/31/16

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Fallen_angel__ Fallen_angel__
4/10/16

@Fallen_angel__
Well thank you :D I'll try updating sometime this week for ya

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4/10/16

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