Post by loekie on Dec 1, 2010 0:23:51 GMT 1
“JAMES” came the low growl from outside his bedroom door giggled “JAMES you open this door now!”
“Whadda you want?” the blond boy groaned out as he slowly looked up from where he was sitting on his bed reading a book.
“You unlock this door now boy, or I’ll break it down” came the threat “Leave me alone!” the boy sighed annoyed. “James Ford, if you don’t come out now, I swear ta God, you’ll regret it.”. The blond groaned sitting up swinging his legs out from under the blankets and headed to the door unlocking it. Before he could open it though, the door swung open against his wrist, snapping it. The blond however showed nothing as he simply glared at the big guy before him “Yeah?” the boy questioned raising an eyebrow. The only answer was a hard smack in the face his head swinging to the side at the impact. The blond narrowed his eyes as he slowly turned his head back “Ya done?” he bit out. He might be acting all tough, but make no mistake, this guy scared the shit out of him. He just couldn’t let the older man see that, cause the day he did, might just be the day he died. He just was so tired of the man’s anger. James had his own Ford-temper to deal with, and that was more than enough.
Then he was grabbed by his arm and dragged to the living-room “Trust me Jamie, we ain’t done by a long shot” Sean growled shoving the blonde teen against the wall.
“You mind telling me what this is all about?” the youngster asked his eyes blazing, but mentally searching for escape-routes for if things really got out of hand.
“The police called me this morning” he started meaningfully and when the boy stayed quiet he narrowed his eyes “Well boy, ain’t ya gonna tell me what ya did?” he asked, but the blond stayed quiet again until he was punched in the face again “well??” he demanded.
“Whadda ya want me to say?” he asked ignoring the pain that had shot through him at the hit. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to it all.
“Tell me what ya did” the guy ordered and the blond bit back a ‘what’s the point if you already know?’ and broke eye contact for a split second. This was a mistake. It showed the older male that his tactics were working, and that James was intimidated…as much as he often refused to show it.
The boy found himself being grabbed by the collar and he was pulled forward threateningly “Don’t you make me ask again” the older man hissed.
“I didn’t do nothin’” the boy insisted.
This earned him another punch in the face. Blood was dripping down his chin and he just wiped it away.
“They said you and yer friends were out joyriding last night, you in particular all liquored up” he clarified.
The blond shrugged “and?” the boy asked.
“And they’re charging me a fine! Look at where we live! Ya think I have money ta spend on you and your foolishness?” he got in the boy’s face “You’re just good for nothing sack of shit” he growled in a dangerously low tone “I knew you were going to end up like your dead beat daddy”
The blond's face contorted in anger “Shut up!” he growled almost spitting fire taking a threatening step forward about to punch the bastard in the gut. His arm was grabbed though and before James could even register what was happening, a fist connected with his stomach, knocking the wind out of him, and then another with the side of his head. After a few more blows, darkness seemed to pass over his vision and he fell unconscious. He woke up a few minutes later, lying on his bed in his room. His whole body ached, as he painfully sat up and assessed his most recent injuries. Suddenly, his anger was gone and a sense of despair and hopelessness washed over him. He absolutely refused to let the tears that burned behind his eyes fall and he rummaged through one of his bag to take out a package of his ‘magic’ powder that just made everything seem less bad.
He glanced around before going out the window. He walked around running a hand through his longish dirty-blonde hair before heading down the streets as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Man was he in a bad mood. The boy just turned a corner as someone bumped into him. He narrowed his sea-coloured eyes “Watch it” he growled under his breath shoving the other out of his way. The older, larger boy turned “You have a problem?” he inquired. James turned his head finding himself pinned against the wall of some coffee place…
The blonde boy simply raised an eyebrow “As a matter of fact” he started innocently before swiftly bringing his knee into the other male’s groin. The larger boy doubled over in pain. James raised an eyebrow as he pushed the other away. He was tackled to the ground however when the other recovered and the fight continued until a few bystanders intervened breaking them up…
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[[does this work...?
I figured he'd not see her yet as she wasn't outside yet..
I can change that though...]]
“Whadda you want?” the blond boy groaned out as he slowly looked up from where he was sitting on his bed reading a book.
“You unlock this door now boy, or I’ll break it down” came the threat “Leave me alone!” the boy sighed annoyed. “James Ford, if you don’t come out now, I swear ta God, you’ll regret it.”. The blond groaned sitting up swinging his legs out from under the blankets and headed to the door unlocking it. Before he could open it though, the door swung open against his wrist, snapping it. The blond however showed nothing as he simply glared at the big guy before him “Yeah?” the boy questioned raising an eyebrow. The only answer was a hard smack in the face his head swinging to the side at the impact. The blond narrowed his eyes as he slowly turned his head back “Ya done?” he bit out. He might be acting all tough, but make no mistake, this guy scared the shit out of him. He just couldn’t let the older man see that, cause the day he did, might just be the day he died. He just was so tired of the man’s anger. James had his own Ford-temper to deal with, and that was more than enough.
Then he was grabbed by his arm and dragged to the living-room “Trust me Jamie, we ain’t done by a long shot” Sean growled shoving the blonde teen against the wall.
“You mind telling me what this is all about?” the youngster asked his eyes blazing, but mentally searching for escape-routes for if things really got out of hand.
“The police called me this morning” he started meaningfully and when the boy stayed quiet he narrowed his eyes “Well boy, ain’t ya gonna tell me what ya did?” he asked, but the blond stayed quiet again until he was punched in the face again “well??” he demanded.
“Whadda ya want me to say?” he asked ignoring the pain that had shot through him at the hit. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to it all.
“Tell me what ya did” the guy ordered and the blond bit back a ‘what’s the point if you already know?’ and broke eye contact for a split second. This was a mistake. It showed the older male that his tactics were working, and that James was intimidated…as much as he often refused to show it.
The boy found himself being grabbed by the collar and he was pulled forward threateningly “Don’t you make me ask again” the older man hissed.
“I didn’t do nothin’” the boy insisted.
This earned him another punch in the face. Blood was dripping down his chin and he just wiped it away.
“They said you and yer friends were out joyriding last night, you in particular all liquored up” he clarified.
The blond shrugged “and?” the boy asked.
“And they’re charging me a fine! Look at where we live! Ya think I have money ta spend on you and your foolishness?” he got in the boy’s face “You’re just good for nothing sack of shit” he growled in a dangerously low tone “I knew you were going to end up like your dead beat daddy”
The blond's face contorted in anger “Shut up!” he growled almost spitting fire taking a threatening step forward about to punch the bastard in the gut. His arm was grabbed though and before James could even register what was happening, a fist connected with his stomach, knocking the wind out of him, and then another with the side of his head. After a few more blows, darkness seemed to pass over his vision and he fell unconscious. He woke up a few minutes later, lying on his bed in his room. His whole body ached, as he painfully sat up and assessed his most recent injuries. Suddenly, his anger was gone and a sense of despair and hopelessness washed over him. He absolutely refused to let the tears that burned behind his eyes fall and he rummaged through one of his bag to take out a package of his ‘magic’ powder that just made everything seem less bad.
He glanced around before going out the window. He walked around running a hand through his longish dirty-blonde hair before heading down the streets as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Man was he in a bad mood. The boy just turned a corner as someone bumped into him. He narrowed his sea-coloured eyes “Watch it” he growled under his breath shoving the other out of his way. The older, larger boy turned “You have a problem?” he inquired. James turned his head finding himself pinned against the wall of some coffee place…
The blonde boy simply raised an eyebrow “As a matter of fact” he started innocently before swiftly bringing his knee into the other male’s groin. The larger boy doubled over in pain. James raised an eyebrow as he pushed the other away. He was tackled to the ground however when the other recovered and the fight continued until a few bystanders intervened breaking them up…
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[[does this work...?
I figured he'd not see her yet as she wasn't outside yet..
I can change that though...]]