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Post by loekie on Mar 9, 2009 11:58:46 GMT 1
An eight year old blonde walked home from school with his friends, laughing and joking before they had to part ways to go to their respective homes. The blonde boy walked up to his house and entered shouting an “I’m home!”. He heard bustling up-stairs and soon his mother appeared from her bedroom, looking rather disheveled.
“Hey sweetie” she smiled down at her son as she walked down towards him fixing her hair and clothes. The blonde frowned slightly… what had his mother been doing? Then some guy appeared behind his mother and his mother glanced between them..
“This is my son James, James this is a friend of your father and me, Mr. Sawyer” she introduced them. The youngster shrugged “Hello..” he greeted unsure just what to make of this. It was all rather confusing to the blonde boy, but he trusted his mother. She now headed into the kitchen to get him something to drink and a snack. James then went of to go play outside in the garden thinking nothing more of it until a few weeks later his parent’s started fighting and his father’s fuse became even shorter then usual. The blonde hadn’t known what was going on until he had heard them yell at each-other one night about this Sawyer guy, and how now all their money had gone. He hated this. Sure, before all this, his father had had a temper, and he’d had his far share of… punishment, quickly learning when it was best to just stay away from his old man, right now it had become even worse, although he hadn’t known how far out of control his father had become until that night… ------
While hiding under the bed the blonde had heard the voice fighting down-stairs. His father was really pissed now. Probably had gone to the bar again… *PANG* the boy’s head shot up… what was that? What had he done? Heavy footsteps on the stairs and then his door opened and familiar boots entered. Another pang and the blonde hid further against the wall, scared. It wasn’t until the first light of day that he had plucked up enough courage to emerge from under the bed. He swallowed as he looked around seeing his father laying on the bed, blood splattered everywhere, the gun still in his hand. The blonde rushed down the stair where his mother was slumped near the front-door. He rushed over shaking her slightly.
“Mommy?” he whispered softly trying to wake her “Mommy…” he called again but she felt so cold. He had run back upstairs, returning a few seconds later with one of their spare blanket wrapping them around his mother to try and warm her up, hoping she would wake soon as he clung to her lifeless body trying to give her his warmth. It wasn’t until one of the neighbors walked by a few hours later that the police was called and they’d detangled him from his mother. They had explained to him that his parents were dead… that they were gone and now DCF would find him a place he could stay. He’d just nodded and let it all wash over him. As young as he had been, he’d then and there vowed to find this Sawyer guy and make him suffer for what he had done. Oh yeah… that bastard would be sorry when he was through wit him…. -----------------------
Now though, eight years later, he was mostly busy trying to survive and live through each day as it came and well, make sure he was killed in the process, or well, just go completely insane. He sighed as he shook himself out of this little trip down memory-lane. It was pathetic, childish and it wasn’t like it would change anything now was it? He turned a page as the boy next to him had let his fists fall to his table. James looked up from his book raising an annoyed eyebrow before rolling his stormy sea-colored eyes getting back to his books. Some people just needed to get a hold on themselves. The boy now got up and not to long after returned with something… probably the project they had to do. The teacher seemed rather interested. Apparently this guys mother had died as well, or so James concluded from the conversation that was going on between the teacher and the boy. He almost seemed like he could be bursting in tears anytime soon. The blonde couldn’t be bothered. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d cried… neither before, or after his parents had died. His father had absolutely hated it, and he had soon rid himself of any useless emotions.
He ran a hand through his hair as he briefly though about how Jana was holding up in her new school. She’d make friends quickly, or so he hoped, of her sake. How was he going to keep her safe though? That man might, in time, kill the poor child, and that woman… he shuddered inwardly thinking of the night that she had… He really didn’t even want to think about it, it was just too disgusting. The two of them had done a great job at completely crushing his spirit, and he’d be damned if he was going to let them do it to her as well. Perhaps he had somehow felt that he wanted to help her since from the first moment she had taken to him. She was the one worried when he’d get his ass-whooping. At first he hadn’t really known how to deal with it. What on earth was he going to say to the girl? But over the past few months he had become quit adapt at soothing her worries and making her believe he was just fine and needed looking over.
He smirked inwardly… what was he even thinking? There was no way he could really help her, was there? He sighed closing his eyes for a second before turning a page again. When would this nightmare end?
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 10, 2009 3:13:39 GMT 1
Jacob inhaled deeply, trying to regain a sense of normality as he stared at the blank side of the paper. He was yet again, being foolish. Why was he acting like this today? He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled the breath of air. The wrist on his arm suddenly felt slightly heavy and he moved his arm downwards so he could look at the old thing. March 9, 2009. Even as he read it, not a single flicker crossed his face like it had when he heard the song. Today was the anniversary of their death. No wonder he was being pathetic. He licked the inside of his cheek and let his arm fall back on the table as he shook his head. Great. ________________________________________________________ "We'll get you a nice home, son." The kind police officer smiled down at Jacob who sniffed and blocked the tears from his eyes. "But for right now, can you tell us what happened?" he asked, tilting his head and resting both hands on Jacob's shoulders. Jacob, the small fragile boy, shook his head no slowly and looked away. The police officer sighed heavily and stood back up from his kneeling position.
"Still won't talk?" Another officer asked as he sipped coffee from a plastic cup. The first officer rubbed the back of his neck.
"Nope."
"Well he did just see his..."He cleared his throat and waved his hand for the younger officer to come closer as Jacob stared out the window, "He did just see his parents get killed."
"What type of psycho killer rips out someones heart with their bare hands?" The first officer hissed quietly. The second shrugged and sipped some more coffee.
"Can I go now?" Jacob asked, his boyish voice suddenly sounding more like and adult. The cops looked back at him in uneasy awe.
"Just as soon as your aunt comes." The first officer smiled, politely, at the frail boy. Jacob nodded and let his eyes drift to the door as he waited. Moments later, his mother's sister rushed in, red blotches under her dark blue eyes and her blond hair in a mess, and ran towards her nephew. She quickly pulled him off the bench and into a great hug.
"Oh sweetie." she murmured as she rocked him in her arms. So like her sister. Jacob didn't respond, but a lone tear strolled down his cheek. He saw a movement out front and saw Sam, leaning against his car, a solemn expression on his face.
"Can we go now?" Jacob asked, his voice back to its normal tone.
"Yes, let's go." Ms. Harris said, kissing his cheek softly and rushing him out of the police department. She smiled at Sam and mouthed a 'thank you' to him as she quickly hurried to her silver Toyota. Jacob waved bye to him, only moving his hand slightly back and forth, and tried his best to show Sam that he was strong by smiling, but it only appeared as a weak flinch. ______________________________________________________ The bell rang loudly and Jacob stood up, an impulse really, and walked back to the cabinet and stuffed the portrait in the open drawer. He retreated from the classroom that had brought back to many painful memories and walked slowly towards the doors that led to the parking lot where his father's Impala sat, out in the open. He really didn't feel like going to another class and feeling pathetic. The cool spring air hit him like a bat as he pushed the door open and walked out into the bright sunlight. His Impala was still about 20 feet away and he walked, limply, towards it, his head hanging close to his chest. He threw his backpack on the ground and sat down, pressing his back to his beast of a car and letting his head fall back against it.
"Like I said, a long day ahead." he muttered, tapping the tire like he had 13 years ago.
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Post by loekie on Mar 10, 2009 14:56:28 GMT 1
“Police, open op” was shouted from behind the front-door. The door however was still ajar and when they pounded on it, it opened and so they entered. James had barely looked up at the noise still settled against his mother willing her to wake up. One of the officers knelt down beside the body of the beautiful young blonde woman that now lay in a pool of her own blood. The man felt for a pulse as another gently put a hand on the boys shoulder glancing over at his colleague who shook his head sadly.
“Come on son” the man who had put the hand on his shoulder tried to pull him away. The boy’s head snapped up fighting the guy every step of the way “NO” he protested his stormy eyes blazing “she’s cold… she needs warmth for when she wakes up!” he insisted. The two men looked at each-other.
“I’m sorry son.. but she’s… she’s not going to wake up…” they tried to explain and the boy seemed to take this in before glancing back at the body that used to be his mother. He had known… of course he had. He’d just been trying to fool himself. He took a deep breath and nodded slightly to show he understood. The elder of the two man crouched down before the blonde boy “can you tell us what happened here tonight?” he asked. James tilted his head but eventually he nodded “dad was angry… and he… he shot her” he started when the younger of the two now came back down stairs “there’s another body up there” he informed his partner who nodded “Is that your father son?” he asked and the boy nodded in return.
“You’re going to have to come with us to the station” he told the young boy who again simply nodded. It didn’t matter anymore to him. The blonde was taken to the police car and it wasn’t long until he had to tell the whole story again before his uncle came to pick him up. He’d stay with his father’s brother until the funeral and new arrangements could be made. “Come here boy” came the familiar voice and James closed his eyes. If possible his uncle had an even worse temper then his father. He immediately jumped from the chair walking over to the big guy now standing in the doorway. This were going to be a long few
The two policemen looked at each-other both amazed at the youngsters cool demeanor. He was still a child after all, who had just spent the night with his dead parents.
The blonde just didn’t allow himself to show such weaknesses though, it was childish and well… it wouldn’t solve anything. ----------------------
The bell finally sounded to end the class. He closed his book putting it in his bag. He sighed as he walked up to the front of the class since apparently the teacher had wanted to speak with him. Probably to give him a moderated version of the project so that he could catch with the rest. He stood there, casually leant against a front desk as he listened to the woman tell him what he was supposed to do. He simply shrugged “Yes ma’am” he nodded “will do” he promised. The blonde boy was excused and he walked out of the room. He’d just go outside, have a smoke. He walked outside lighting a cigarette scanning the area. There was the parking-lot next to the road. He blew out some smoke as he leant against a wall watching all the other students joking around. The boy smirked running a hand through his hair. This was just brilliant. Why did he even bother showing up? It wasn’t like it would do him any good now was it? He would probably end up on the streets anyway, that was, if he was going to live that long.
“JAMES” rang through area and he frowned looking up to see a little girl running up to him. He raised an eyebrow “hello there sugar-pop” he indulged as he crouched down to the child’s height “shouldn’t you be in school princes?” he asked ruffling her hair now noticing the boy from his class near, what the blonde assumed was his car. The girl shook her head “No, we had a break” she explained “and I saw you heading this way this morning…” she smiled. She had never had brothers of sisters but she was starting to feel that if she would have, they would be like James. She had been devastated when she’d heard that her parents had been killed in a car-crash. Apparently some drunken guy had run a red-light. At first she’d been slightly afraid of the big boy and the new family she was now having to stay with, but he had tried to make her feel at home and soon she had taken to him, trying to help him whenever he got hurt.
She herself hadn’t gotten punished yet, and was just worried about her newfound friend.
The blonde boy sat down and the girl settled herself in his lap talking non-stop about her first day in school. She’d already made a few friends and the teacher, according to her was really super nice. The boy scoffed inwardly. he had pretty much hated every teacher he had ever had and the feeling was always mutual. That maybe have had something to do with how he never really did anything and still seemed to be getting on top of his years.
“That great princess” he smiled. No need to ruin this girl. She had a future… or so he hoped and school for her would be important. The girl nodded smiling brightly….
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 11, 2009 2:15:35 GMT 1
Jacob pulled the cell phone from his pocket just as he heard a small girl yell 'James' across the field. He didn't bother to see who she was chasing after, but instead dialed his old friends phone number. He pressed the cold metal to his ear and listened to the dial tone as the tardy bell rang at the school.
"Hello?" A scruffy voice answered on the other end. Jacob smiled slightly.
"Hey Bobby."
"Jake? Shouldn't you be in school?" Bobby asked. Even through the phone, Jacob could see Bobby's confused glare.
"They don't care." Jacob answered truthfully, although so many teens have said that so many times, "Dean isn't there is he?" Jacob asked, changing the subject quickly.
"Nah. Got some sort of job up in Kansas." Bobby sighed. Jacob nodded slowly and licked his lips.
"Oh. Well thanks anyway. I'll uh...call you later." Jacob muttered, letting his eyes drift back to the girl who was now nestled in the new kid's lap.
"I hate to bring this up kid, but have to talked to your aunt lately? She'll be dying to hear from you...especially today." Bobby said, scared that Jacob was going to start yelling and swearing as always.
"Yeah. I'll call her in a second." Jacob said calmly instead. Bobby was silent for a few moments.
"Bye then." He responded and hung up the phone slowly. Jacob let the cell phone fall away from his ear and he clicked the 'end' button as he shoved the stupid thing back into his pocket. A sigh erupted from his mouth and he banged his head softly against his car. How could he talk to her right now? After he left 4 years ago, he was pretty sure his aunt didn't want anything to do with him. He looked around the deserted grounds and saw the two still sitting there. Jealousy built up inside of his stomach and he looked away, embarrassed that he was being a moron and feeling sorry for himself. There was nothing to feel sorry for. So he lost his parents. Big deal. He should just go and track down the thing that killed them before it destroyed anymore families. So he was all alone. He could always make friends or go back to Bobby's or his aunt's. So he drove from town to town, searching madly for something to keep his mind off his life. He should and would just give up and settle down somewhere cozy. But he couldn't bring himself to do those things. Jacob, being as stubborn as he was, hating feeling weak and vulnerable. Not that it was doing so great at keeping itself hidden, but he couldn't do that.
Yet he had. He had just shown his frailty in a stupid Art class just because he heard a stupid song and remembered the stupid date. He took his iPod back out and pressed the head phones to his ears. Jacob flicked through the numerous songs until he landed on one of his favorites. Okay, maybe Bon Jovi was a pretty girly band. But in some cases, they rock.
Wanted Dead Or Alive filled his head as he stared at the clouds moving across the blue sky.
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Post by loekie on Mar 11, 2009 18:24:06 GMT 1
James relaxed with the girl in his lap who leaned against him “have you made friends already?” she asked curiously. The blonde never had friends, or they only got him trouble, like that time they had stolen that car. James smiled slightly “not yet sugar-pop” he replied and well, he didn’t have any intention of doing so. The girl shook her head “you should! Friends are nice” she chastised. The boy laughed “alright princess, I’ll look into it” he promised her and she, for now, seemed satisfied. They sat there for a few minutes before she had to go back to school. She stood and once again took the older boy’s hand as they walked back to her school. Her teacher had already been looking for her and was telling her to never do something like this again. The girl shrugged but nodded as they walked back into the building. He sauntered back across the road passed the boy with his I-pod.
Then his cell-phone started to ring and James frowned picking up the damned device “Yeah?” he asked as he answered.
“Jamie… good I finally caught you” an all to familiar voice sounded. James closed his eyes “Ben... wadda ya want?” he asked running a hand through his hair. There was huffing “what do I want? A Mansion near the sea… couple of girls to fuck, you know the usual, but in order to do so, I do need to get paid” he responded
“Cute kid though…” he let that linger.
The blonde frowned looking around knowing exactly what he was aiming at. The bastard was here? He gave a bored sigh like he hadn’t got enough to deal with. Then he turned back to conversation at hand. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Forget it Ben, you leave her the fuck alone” he hissed into the phone “you’ll get your money, tonight, as we had previously agreed” he told the man on the other side. “I better James… I better” he threatened and then the line went dead. The blond stuffed the device back in his pocket as he stared ahead blankly. How was he going to get his hands on the needed cash? He’d just have to dig into his emergency fund. He couldn’t let Jana get hurt because of his stupidity, because the southerner had no doubt the other man would make good on his threat. He sighed shaking his head slightly.
It had been on of his ‘suppliers’ whom he obviously still owed money. He sighed this was going to one fucking long day. The blonde smirked inwardly. well, what else was he to do? He just needed to keep Jana safe.. that was all that mattered now.
He lit a new cigarette blowing out some smoke thinking of that day…
An 11 year old boy stood in the school-grounds when an older boy was hidden behind a wall getting something out of his pocket. It was some powder that the older now inhaled. The boy was surprised to see the features of the older teen change to one of pure bliss. So he had mustered up his nerve and asked if he could try some.
The boy had obliged and ever since then, he’d ‘tried’ many different things. He didn’t deem himself an addict though… he didn’t use that much…did he? This was just so like him. It wasn’t enough that every higher force seemed to make it a sport ruining his life, he had to do a damn good job himself. He closed his eyes sitting down leaning his head against a wall. Could one really blame him?
He just was so tired of everything. His usually stormy sea-colored eyes now were just flat and without the usual spark. If one looked closely one could just see the exhaustion writing in the depths.. he was just lucky enough to have no-one care enough to check. He sighed as he thought about what would happen if he didn’t cough up the money that night. It would turn out very ugly indeed. He didn’t give a damn about his own life. And apparently Ben had found out since he had abandoned threatening James himself and had moved on to the innocent little girl.
He opened his eyes throwing away his cigarette-but scanning the area. It was a rather nice day and the son shone down on his hair as he folded his hand behind his head and yawned closing his eyes once more, leaning back casually… ===================
(I was thinking about maybe making it evening in my next post, what do you think?))
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 12, 2009 0:25:25 GMT 1
[sure! I'm running out of ideas for this school day anyway.] [I'm going to make Jacob a senior instead...it fits better]
Jacob sighed heavily and stood up slowly, using the hood of his Impala as support as he opened the passenger door and threw his backpack inside. He walked around the front and slid into the driver's seat, slamming the door after him. His car was nice and warm now from the sun that beat down on the Earth above. His hand reached over to the glove department and he opened it subconsciously, not even realizing what he was doing until the song changed to something much more recent. He glanced over and stared at the black .45 that lay on top of the stack of papers and wallet. He quickly closed the compartment and leaned back in his seat. Just like everything today, that horrid gun brought horrid memories. _____________________________________________________ "Be safe." Ms. Harris smiled at her fourteen year old nephew. Jacob smiled back, not being able to give her his usual, and turned away, the hood of his hoodie covering his green eyes. He looked the Impala, which sat in the driveway alone, with a sense of sadness. He may never see that car again...His friend's blue minivan pulled up next to the curb and Jacob jumped in. The scent of pizza lingered in the stuffy air and his stomach growled quietly. Might as well eat since he had a long night ahead. Tommy shoved a slice in Jacob's face as the car continued down the dark road. He took it, smiling the same smile he had shown his aunt and bit into the delicious food. Ah, fast food. After a while it does get sickening, but it always taste so great in the first bite. Electronica pumped through the van as Tommy's older brother, and pretty much of a stoner, drove them back to Tommy's house. It was huge. A mere mansion compared to the surrounding houses, and completed with a pool and several trampolines, hot tubs, and patios. Jacob and Tommy rushed to the house, Jacob behind because he really did not feel like getting ahead of himself before tonight, and right up to the home theater to watch some of the newly released videos they and both been waiting for. Any other night, Jacob would have been hitting on the several girls who had tagged along, and pigging out on everything in sight. But tonight, he sat in the back, his feet up on the seat in front of him, and watched calmly. The girls seemed disappointed in him, possibly sad that they weren't receiving their 'earned' attention.
"You okay J?" Ryan, anther one of Tommy's friends, asked as he walked passed with a bucket of homemade popcorn. Jacob nodded solemnly as the object on the inside of his canvas jacket seemed heavier. Ryan shrugged and kept walking, calling out to the girls who giggled stupidly.
"Jake! Come join us!" One of the girl's pouted from up front. Jacob winced and shook his head no before eying the clock that ticked loudly on the walls. It thumped in his ears, reminding him of the act he was about to do. The girl whined some more but Jacob couldn't hear it. He couldn't hear anything. Just the ticking and his heart beating reached his ears. Soon, the clock struck midnight and the movies were off. Music played and Ryan and Tommy chose their victims tonight and led them to the back room. One of the girls stayed behind, her long black hair and stunning blue eyes shocked Jacob as he snapped back into focus. Last he remembered, their had only been two girls. She looked back at him, slightly bored, and stood up. Her tall stature and thin body was another shock. Ryan and Tommy usually picked out girls that were hot, but girls in their league, which wasn't a very big group. But this girl, not only was unfamiliar, but beautiful. Jacob stood up, realizing he should go to, and caught up with the girl.
"Hi." He cleared his throat and stuck his hand in his pocket. The girl's eyes flickered to his face.
"Hello." She mumbled, pushing the front door open and stepping out into the cold air. She wrapped her jacket around her body and looked around, as if searching for something. Jacob didn't bother asking her name but stalked off, trying to calm himself down for what he was about to do. _____________________________________________________ Jacob closed his eyes slowly and sighed. If only he had asked her name. He might not have done the stupidest thing ever that night. Jacob flinched and opened the compartment again. His hand wrapped around the gun and pulled it into his lap. _____________________________________________________ His feet moved quickly as he ran alongside the dark wall, the .45 now stuck between his belt and the back of his jeans. His aunt's house was within view and he swallowed hard. Just take it... He thought to himself as he stared at the black car in the driveway. It'll make traveling easier. Jacob shot across the street, running as fast as he could, and unlocked the Impala with his shaking fingers. He had never intended to rob that gas station, but things had to be done, and he had to get out of her. He shoved the keys in the ignition and turned them, the sweet rumble of the engine like music to his ears. He pulled out carefully, loving that he now had the fake driver's license in his back pocket, and sped down the road, Hoping to God that his aunt hadn't heard. [ew...this one is kinda suckish but I had to explain how he ran away.]
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Post by loekie on Mar 12, 2009 21:16:33 GMT 1
James sighed. Damn he was tired. The blonde watched the other boy get in his car. Then he rose to his feet. He had had enough of this crap. He walked from the campus… he really did not feel like following any more classes and he figured he’d just check out the town. After hanging around for a few hours it was time to get back to reality and he stood near the girl’s school. She ran out excitedly grabbing his hand. The blonde smiled “Hey sugar-pop, had a good day?” he asked and the girl nodded telling him all about what happened after she’d gone back earlier in the day. The boy simply listened as they entered their small new house. He got her something to drink and a snack before he got to his usual routine of doing his ‘chores’. He huffed slightly chores my ass… more like a glorified slave.
The front-door opened and their was a loud “JAMES” from the hallway.
The blonde sighed heading towards the sound “What?” he retorted flatly as the big man now entered the dining-room.
“Why isn’t diner on the table yet?” the man now asked furious.
“Because it needs another minute or two” James just answered calmly. This earned his a blow to the face. Then he was shoved back into the kitchen so hard the boy stumbled almost hitting the stove. He was able to catch himself though wiping the blood from his now split lip. He took the food to the table and waited for his cue to clean it all up. Finally he was able to escape to his room where he let himself fall on the bed closing his eyes. He stopped himself from falling asleep though as he pushed himself upright once more getting out his ‘emergency’ money. He then glanced around the room before sneaking out the window going to the local club. He sat at the bar easily wrapping the female bartender around his finger as she poured him a shot
Yeah, she knew she shouldn’t, but then again. The teen seemed determined and would most likely be getting booze some other way.
The teen didn’t have to wait long before someone slid in the seat next to him. “Well, well, well. He showed up…” the man smirked as he ordered a drink as well.
“Shove it Ben” he responded icily glancing around before handing him the money “Here’s your money… now fuck of and leave me alone” he hissed downing another shot.
“Wow… such language from a little boy…” the man smirked downing his drink.
The blonde raised an eyebrow “Whatever ’grandpa’” the blonde sighed “I think we’re through here?” he stated glancing over at the guy next to him who simply shrugged.
“Fine, pleasure doing business with you” he said overly polite with a mock salute. The blonde simply shot him a look while the other man stood and bid his farewell.
The blonde stared ahead blankly digging around in his pocket for his lighter. His hand brushed against a piece of paper. ---------------------
The eight year old boy had gone from the funeral to his new home. He had immediately disliked them, but well, nobody cared. He had immediately learned about his new role as ‘slave’ but he knew that from now on this would just be the way it was. The fist night he’d just been so pissed by all that had happened and the boy had wondered what he’d done to deserve it. Sure he’d not an angel, but he had never really done anything really wrong had he? By the light of the moon he’d gotten a piece of paper on which he’d written a letter. He was going to find the one responsible and make him pay. The blonde had been a bit busy surviving after that night and so he had not yet been able to make good on his threat, but one day… one day he’d have his revenge. Okay… so yeah, it had been his father that had pulled the trigger, but it was rather hard to take revenge on a dead guy, besides, he had been driven to his actions by that bastard. James had soon learned what had happened. His mother had fallen for this Sawyer’s tricks and she had given the guy all there savings. When his father had found out about the affair and money he’d just been so fucking livid. I mean, sure blonde boy had often seen his father angry and had gotten then his fair share of hits because of it. He really had, but the elder Ford had really scared the eight year old that time. --------------------------
The blonde now lit a cigarette as he kept the shots coming. The alcohol was finally beginning to have it’s desired numbing effect as he took a deep drag from his cigarette. He really wasn’t ready to go home yet… ==================
(it's not suckish at all!! ))
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 14, 2009 0:03:51 GMT 1
Jacob eyed the the eight ball that sat in the corner pocket. He aimed, smiling slightly, and pushed the pool stick foreword, sending the white ball hurtling towards the black one. The eight ball shot into the pocket and Jacob stood up straight, the smile more obvious on his boyish face. The biker's jaw dropped as he gripped the side of the pool table, his face turning a blistering red. Jacob placed the pool stick back on the rack and held out his hand expectantly.
"Pay up." He chuckled. The biker pursed his lips and pulled the wallet from his back pocket.
"I tell you boy, I should have listened to the others." He murmured as he handed over the wad of cash. Jacob counted it swiftly and whistled under his breath. Two hundred dollars. Perfect. The biker scratched his neck and stumbled away, heading for the bar. Jacob stuffed the money in the pocket of his jeans and sat down at a nearby table where a beer sat waiting. The waitress stood there, her hands on her hips, and tapped her foot on the ground.
"Before I give this to you kid, I want to see some ID." She said, raising one of her badly plucked eyebrows. Jacob smiled again.
"Sure." He pulled out his fake ID, which happened to look very real thanks to Bobby, and held it out to her. The waitress sighed heavily and pushed the beer over to him.
"Have fun kid." She walked back to the bar and left the 18 year old alone. Jacob grabbed the bottle and took a swig. He preferred hard liquor but tonight wasn't a great night to get stinking drunk. It never was because he always ended up doing something very stupid. He glanced around, bored, and spotted the new kid from his school talking to one of the local drug peddlers. Jacob's lip twitched. Ben, he had recently found out the jerk's name, was always trying to give something to him. Whether it was meth or just plain marijuana, it was always something. Ben stood up, stumbling slightly, and spotted Jacob. A smile flickered across the ugly man's face. Jacob quickly looked away and took another sip of the beer. How had that kid gotten mixed up with this ass?
"Hey Jake." Ben slid in the seat across from him.
"Leave me the fuck alone." Jacob said rather calmly as he pulled out his cell phone and read a text from one of the girl's at school. Ben clucked his tongue.
"You teens and you're language." He shook his head. Jacob glared back up at him.
"Yeah. And you drug dealers with you're ugly faces." He through back at the stupid man. He laughed and slapped his knee.
"Good one!"
"Go away." Jacob growled again, his fist clenching. Ben stopped laughing abruptly and squinted his eyes. "I'm serious Ben. Remember what happened last time?" Jacob's shoulder started to hurt again but he pushed it away. Ben held up his hands apologetically and stood up.
"You don't have to tell me twice?" Ben smoothly said, smiling as his hands fell back to his sides.
"Apparently I do." Jacob grunted, looking back at his cell phone. Ben scoffed and walked away. Jacob grabbed his beer and chugged it.
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Post by loekie on Mar 14, 2009 18:11:37 GMT 1
((working on my post now.. I was just wondering if you maybe had Yahoo or something??))
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 14, 2009 18:14:54 GMT 1
[[yeah! my e-mail is destruction_worker@yahoo.com]]
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Post by loekie on Mar 14, 2009 18:18:47 GMT 1
((cool... I added you))
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 14, 2009 18:19:31 GMT 1
[[sweet. so did i!]]
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Post by loekie on Mar 14, 2009 20:29:23 GMT 1
James sat at the bar as the older guy left. The blonde wasn’t afraid of him, and if things had been different, he’d have kicked the guy’s ass himself. He just couldn’t risk it. Ben didn’t operate alone, and the little girl’s life on the line.
Everybody thought the blonde a pushover since well… he was thin and didn’t look to hold much muscle, and in truth… he didn’t. He had been in his fair share of fights though, non of them started by him by the way… and well.. he’d been the one victorious. Probably because he had a canny ability to find his opponents weakness.. and well.. he could really take a punch, was fast and agile. Not that it mattered though.
He downed a new shot seeing Ben talking to someone else. That kid from school, although it didn’t seem to go Ben’s way as the kid told him of. The blonde smirked… serves him right. He sighed as he wondered how he had ever gotten mixed up in all this? Okay so yeah he knew. When he’d tried the drugs once offered, it had been the first time in years he’d felt something other then pain and misery. He blew out some smoke as Ben finally left the club. He had to hand it to the boy though. He had guts. He brushed some hair out of his face thinking maybe he should just grab his stuff and get the hell out of here. It would still be two years before he could get out of that hellhole. Yeah right.. like he was going to survive that long…Besides, then of-course there was Jana. He couldn’t leave her there could he? He sighed deeply. He just didn’t want to think about it.
When he called onto the bartender to pour him another drink she eyed him skeptically “don’t you think you’ve had enough?” she tried gently.
The blonde boy raised an eyebrow giving the woman one of his winning dimpled smiles that seemed to melt the women heart “Come-on sweetheart… you know I haven’t… I can still think straight…” he smiled.
The young woman raised an eyebrow of her own “can ya now?” she questioned.
The blonde shrugged “unfortunately… yeah” he smirked shaking his head…. “otherwise I wouldn’t still be sitting here merely talking to ya…” he hinted.
The girl shook her head “Yeah, yeah Don Juan…” she laughed pouring him his shot.
James cringed inwardly if only she knew. he had experience… he remembered the first time the woman had come to his room, waking him telling him she wanted to play a game. He had frowned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He had simply nodded and done what she had asked. He’d later learn that it had been sex. It had been happening often since then and he had soon learned how to use it to his advantage. He knew what women liked and showed them a thing or two they hadn’t seen between the sheets.. and really, he enjoyed it, as long though, as he was in control. He knew it was foolish.. but whenever the woman came into his room at night, it just was so totally different from all the other mindless broads he’d fucked. Maybe it was the age-difference. Maybe it was just the fact that he just hadn’t even know what exactly she was doing when it had first started. Either way he hated that bitch. The blonde boy shook his head. He really hadn’t had enough to drink yet.
The young woman simply continued her work serving the drinks keeping an eye on the boy. She briefly wondered why she even bothered… but there was just something about that troubled teen that intrigued her. He looked mature and wise beyond his years. She sighed. What was she even thinking. She barely even knew the boys name, and for al she knew he’d never be back here. The boy now just sat there… avoiding going home for as long as he could. He knew that he’d have go soon, but he sure as hell was not going to walk into that house sober. he yawned stretching his aching body…
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Post by carmainefiasco on Mar 15, 2009 2:39:04 GMT 1
Jacob placed the empty beer bottle on the table and let his head sway side to side in beat with the song that played over the quiet radio. He didn't feel like going back to the hotel tonight. At least not alone. He glanced around, trying to see if there was anyone worth spending the night with, but the only one who caught his eye was a girl in the far corner. Her back was turned to him, but her long black hair brushed against her blue tank top. Her low rider jeans only showed a portion of her bronze skin. Jacob sighed, knowing that it was a stupid idea to go up to her. Yeah, he needed something to get his mind off of his parents and having a long night with a beautiful girl sounded great. But he couldn't stand up. His legs were like jello and he had only had one drink. The waitress walked lazily over.
"Can I get you another one?" She asked, not believing his age one bit. Sure, he looked older than 18, but no way was he 21. 19, 20 tops. Jacob looked her over. She wasn't even worth hitting on, and she was fairly good looking.
"Just a beer." He handed her the empty bottle and looked back at the wall which was covered in posters. She took the bottle and stalked off. Jacob swallowed and looked back at the girl at the other end of the bar. She was now looking out the window, her profile visible to the depressed teen. She had very stunning olive green eyes and large, red lips. Even from Jacob's distance, he could tell that she wasn't wearing makeup. His jaw dropped slightly. He closed it quickly, his teeth clicking against each other. The girl turned away from him again. Jacob looked back at the bar to see the new kid still sitting there, ordering far more drinks than him. He smirked. Any other night, he would have joined in and started a drinking game. But once again, it wasn't worth it. The waitress came back with the cold beer and set it on the small table. Jacob took it quickly and handed her one of the bills that he had gotten from hustling pool and stood up.
"Keep the change." He smiled and head for the door, taking a long drink of beer. He pushed open the wooden door and let the bottle bounce against his leg as he walked out into the bitter cold of the night. Jacob shivered and walked back to his Impala. He set the beer on the hood and fumbled with his keys.
"Boy!" Someone slurred behind him. Jacob glanced back to see the biker from before stumbling out of the door. Jacob rolled his eyes and sighed loudly.
"Great." He grumbled and turned towards the guy, shoving the keys back in his pocket. The biker wiped his mouth and swayed as he took a step foreword.
"You hustled me and I want my money back." The biker slurred again, pointing at the smiling teenager. Jacob licked his lips and nodded once.
"Okay." He rubbed his nose, "No." The biker tilted his head and gave him and ugly grin. Two bikers walked out of the door, all as drunk as the first, and just as ugly.
"Wrong answer kid." The first one chuckled and walked towards Jacob who just stood there. The biker threw his fist foreword and Jacob dodged it, barely moving his head to the left.
"Come on, you gotta try harder than that." Jacob smirked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. The biker lunged foreword and Jacob grabbed the guy's arm, forcing the biker to the left. He threw his other arm at Jacob's face, hitting him hard in the nose. A drizzle of blood ran down his lip but Jacob just sighed and punched the biker, knocking the drunk to his feet.
"Come on!" The other bikers shouted as they ran towards Jacob. One of them hit Jacob square in the nose again, and another hit him in the stomach. Jacob punched the guy in front of him, throwing the biker's head back. The second grabbed Jacob around his waist and lifted him off the ground. The first smiled and stepped foreword but Jacob pushed his legs out in front of him and kicked the first one down and pushing himself off the second. He turned and quickly head butted the one who had previously held him.
"I'm going to kick your ass first," He said, pointing to the one who rubbed his forehead. He turned to the other one, "Then yours."
"Stop!" A girl yelled from the bar door. Jacob and the three drunk bikers looked up to see the girl from before standing there, her green eyes glowing in the street light. Her legs were covered in black jeans and her chest by a mid drift showing tank top. She looked way better in a frontal view. "Leave the kid alone, would you." She growled walking foreword, her black heels clicking against the pavement. The biker on the ground stood up slowly and dusted himself off.
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Post by loekie on Mar 15, 2009 23:27:11 GMT 1
James glanced around the bar seeing a black-haired girl was sitting having a drink herself. He caught the boy from school staring and his jaw dropped. He smirked. So yeah, the girl was a beauty… she really was, but not worth loosing ones head over. Apparently the other boy agreed as he simply ordered another beer and walked outside… followed by three big drunk bikers guys. He smirked. Oh this ought to be priceless. These three getting their asses kicked by the other kid. He sighed. Normally he’d be just go out and watch the show, but tonight he just wasn’t in the mood. He remained seated even when the girl moved from her seat as well heading out the door, possibly to stop a massacre. He smirked lightly…
JAMES, you little fucker, get the hell over here!”
The blonde cringed as he turned his head. He groaned slamming some money on the counters for the drinks. The bartender frowned slightly but hey, it was none of her business really, and the was more then enough to cover the drinks the boy had had. The southerner sighed as he pushed himself from the bar “Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on will you” he hissed as he walked towards his ‘caregiver’ who grabbed him by the arm dragging him out the door.
“I’ve been looking all over for you” he hissed “what part of ‘stay in you room’ don’t you understand?” the older man hissed almost yanking the teen arm out of it’s socket. The blonde boy winced slightly but kept his mouth shut. He sighed as he was shoved passed the biker that were, indeed, getting their asses handed to them and into the waiting car. When they got home he was pushed through the door and shoved against a wall. “When will you learn to listen?” the man all but shouted driving a fist up the boys stomach “Guess I’m just going to have to teach you again” the man smiled evilly. God he loved the power he held over the boy and hell if that meant he had to indulge his wife and let her sleep with that damn boy, that so be it. He however still hadn’t understood why his wife had wanted to take in some other kid. He figured she’d just wanted some sort of Barbie doll, and once again, who was he to complain. He had he own personal punching bag.
His fist connected with the boy face and after a few more hits and kicks he seemed satisfied. The blonde simply slumped down the wall earning him a disgusted look and a hard kick in the chest before leaving the room. The teen allowed himself a groan of pain pushing himself from the floor he now found himself on. He sighed as he stumbled up the stairs towards his room letting himself fall onto the bed. He grumbled as breathing became an issue. It sent shots of pain through his chest and he closed his eyes. Just fucking fantastic. Broken ribs… like the normal stuff wasn’t enough. He carefully moved under the covers falling into a deep but restless sleep, disturbed by dreams and memories until a new day presented itself.
*beep, beep, beep*
The blonde groaned as his arm shot out from underneath the covers once more as he sat op swinging his legs out from under the covers. He walked towards the bathroom taking a quick shower before getting dressed and taking something out of his bag inhaling the small grains instantly feeling much better and revived. He walked into the kitchen fixing breakfast for the family. Then he bagged some lunch for the new girl for if the cafeteria food was to be unbearable. This time he finished before any of the others were up and when they entered the kitchen they simply sat down eating their food. The blonde himself remained standing. Even with the drugs running through his veins his chest still gave him trouble. He waited for the girl to be finished with her breakfast and take his hand.
They walked out the door and towards the girl’s school. The youngster looked at the teen “Why do you keep getting in trouble?” she asked softly “I don’t want you to get hurt…” she whispered.
James raised an eyebrow before smiling down at the girl “Just don’t worry about it princes. I’m not hurt..” he assured.
“Don’t lie” she accused “I heard you two last night” she shook her head “he was really mad that time wasn’t he?” she whispered again eyeing the blonde slightly frightened staring at the ground.
James crouched down before her “Hey sugar-pop, you listen to me okay… if he ever hurts you, in whatever way, you come and tell me alright?” he told her gently tilting her head back up.
She offered him a smile nodding slightly “I will” she promised even though she had no idea what he could do. Truth be told, neither did the blonde. She looked up at him and they continued their way. When they reached her school she hugged him and even though he wasn’t able to suppress a wince it still felt nice… sort of. He watched her scoot towards her friends and lingered for a bit before shaking his head and walking across the road to the local high-school. He checked his time-table and went in search for his first period. He walked in and sat in the back of the class.
He winced as he sat down aggravating his already bruised and broken ribs. This was just marvelous. Why couldn’t he just catch a break. Just one day without pain and worries… just one of just being remotely normal…? He sighed… well… apparently that wasn’t to be.
((hey hun.. I hope you don’t mind me having made it a new day… If you do, I’ll change it))
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