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After all, we're all we've got PART ONE
1 reviewI'm so sorry for being away I was on the road with my sister, she needed a mic tekkie
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Courage is grace under pressure -Ernest Hemingway
I pressed my head against his and hoped the atmosphere that had spiraled was fading. His breath was still shaky, and his tone was honest. I slowly brought my hand against the side of his face clutching either side, reassuring him.
"Be at Hannah's tonight," I said slowly, "Pretend you have a beef with me, we'll leave together."
He just nodded.
*
I more than ran back to my house, I came bursting through the front doors. Which suprized me, Frank and I had locked them when heading to Mikey's. I walked into Frank's room, he was sitting on his bed drinking the Micky Gerard had bought them. Frank looked up at me, I just stared back.
"What's going with you and Gerard?"
Bombshell, something I didn't want to clear up with Frank. I shrugged my shoulders and began to unbutton my shirt pulling at my tie. Frank looked down to the floor; I pulled on my Nirvana shirt and sat down on my camp bed. Frank took another long swig of the Mickie and threw it out his open window. The room I imagined was swelling in Frank's eyes, he did sway but caught himself. I stood, and decided to let him be...bad idea.
"FUCKING ANSWER ME FAG!" Frank spat, his drunken slurs didn't hurt as much I thought they would.
"DEVON!" He tried again and managed to stand up.
I was officially scared, Frank never got mad, unless he thought someone was bullshitting him. I didn't know whether to lie or tell the truth. It was a fucked up truth, being with the one guy who beat the shit out of me...but what lie could I tell, we were friends now? When I tried the shrugging of shoulders Frank hit me.
"Fuck," I groaned as I collided with the wall, sliding to the floor.
Something about this bruise on my face spoke like a target. Frank backed away as he saw me cower, I just pulled my legs into me. If he was going to start beating me, he was going to start now.
"I'm sorry," His hoarse whisper hissed into my ears, "I'm so sorry."
The room loomed and Frank took a seat back on the bed, he lay down and tired to elevate his hand. I stared at the floor, New Jersey had to much violence...that's when I could feel my throat grow hot and sting. Tears were verging at my eyes, I wanted to go back to Hartwell so badly. Back to Jenelle and my other friends...where a Friday night meant bowling tournaments and biking after the sunset.
"I'm working for Gerard," I said slowly, "He needs a tutor for history," I lied.
I looked over at Frank, he was already passed out. I slowly lifted myself and left the house, re-locking it. I headed down to Transit I decided to call Alyse for directions. Yet just as I dialed her number, she waved at me from the bus...I closed my phone and jumped on the bus.
"Hey," She cheered, she was already slightly hammered, "I have some extra beers," this time she whispered, "We could shot gun the last of them outside Hannah's, she has this quarter mile walk to her front door."
"Yeah sure," I smiled, Alyse was probably somebody I bitched with.
We'd both moved to Belleview, she had just moved at the beginning of September. Together we made a 'I miss my home' team, I felt even worse for her, she had come from Seattle. I was just a few states down...okay a little bit more than a few at least it was the same coast line.
"So did you do much drinking in Hartwell?"
"Not really," I smirked, "When we did, it was usually for someone's birthday."
"Yeah, it's almost like that here."
We kept talking and she even asked about the fire alarm incident, again I told her I knew nothing. The bruises on my face, came up, I said Frank and I got a little to rough when we were roughhousing. Alyse seemed to accept it.
*
We had each downed Ten beers,I was pretty much gone by the time I stumbled into Hannah's house. Hannah had already passed out in her bed upstairs. It was only an hour into the party. Alyse had wandered off to her friends and I began to search for Gerard.
END OF PART ONE
I pressed my head against his and hoped the atmosphere that had spiraled was fading. His breath was still shaky, and his tone was honest. I slowly brought my hand against the side of his face clutching either side, reassuring him.
"Be at Hannah's tonight," I said slowly, "Pretend you have a beef with me, we'll leave together."
He just nodded.
*
I more than ran back to my house, I came bursting through the front doors. Which suprized me, Frank and I had locked them when heading to Mikey's. I walked into Frank's room, he was sitting on his bed drinking the Micky Gerard had bought them. Frank looked up at me, I just stared back.
"What's going with you and Gerard?"
Bombshell, something I didn't want to clear up with Frank. I shrugged my shoulders and began to unbutton my shirt pulling at my tie. Frank looked down to the floor; I pulled on my Nirvana shirt and sat down on my camp bed. Frank took another long swig of the Mickie and threw it out his open window. The room I imagined was swelling in Frank's eyes, he did sway but caught himself. I stood, and decided to let him be...bad idea.
"FUCKING ANSWER ME FAG!" Frank spat, his drunken slurs didn't hurt as much I thought they would.
"DEVON!" He tried again and managed to stand up.
I was officially scared, Frank never got mad, unless he thought someone was bullshitting him. I didn't know whether to lie or tell the truth. It was a fucked up truth, being with the one guy who beat the shit out of me...but what lie could I tell, we were friends now? When I tried the shrugging of shoulders Frank hit me.
"Fuck," I groaned as I collided with the wall, sliding to the floor.
Something about this bruise on my face spoke like a target. Frank backed away as he saw me cower, I just pulled my legs into me. If he was going to start beating me, he was going to start now.
"I'm sorry," His hoarse whisper hissed into my ears, "I'm so sorry."
The room loomed and Frank took a seat back on the bed, he lay down and tired to elevate his hand. I stared at the floor, New Jersey had to much violence...that's when I could feel my throat grow hot and sting. Tears were verging at my eyes, I wanted to go back to Hartwell so badly. Back to Jenelle and my other friends...where a Friday night meant bowling tournaments and biking after the sunset.
"I'm working for Gerard," I said slowly, "He needs a tutor for history," I lied.
I looked over at Frank, he was already passed out. I slowly lifted myself and left the house, re-locking it. I headed down to Transit I decided to call Alyse for directions. Yet just as I dialed her number, she waved at me from the bus...I closed my phone and jumped on the bus.
"Hey," She cheered, she was already slightly hammered, "I have some extra beers," this time she whispered, "We could shot gun the last of them outside Hannah's, she has this quarter mile walk to her front door."
"Yeah sure," I smiled, Alyse was probably somebody I bitched with.
We'd both moved to Belleview, she had just moved at the beginning of September. Together we made a 'I miss my home' team, I felt even worse for her, she had come from Seattle. I was just a few states down...okay a little bit more than a few at least it was the same coast line.
"So did you do much drinking in Hartwell?"
"Not really," I smirked, "When we did, it was usually for someone's birthday."
"Yeah, it's almost like that here."
We kept talking and she even asked about the fire alarm incident, again I told her I knew nothing. The bruises on my face, came up, I said Frank and I got a little to rough when we were roughhousing. Alyse seemed to accept it.
*
We had each downed Ten beers,I was pretty much gone by the time I stumbled into Hannah's house. Hannah had already passed out in her bed upstairs. It was only an hour into the party. Alyse had wandered off to her friends and I began to search for Gerard.
END OF PART ONE
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