JOHNBOY
I have a problem keeping my mouth shut at home. I try to stay calm and let it go, but it's the things he says about her that just drive me insane. Lauraline and I met when we were 9. She was sitting outside on her porch crying because her dog "left her". We had just moved in 3 houses down and I asked my mom if I could go play with her. Of course, she didn't care. She had just got remarried and she wanted to make the asshole of a man she married, happy.
"Why are you crying?"
"Because my dad told me my dog left cause he couldn't stand to be around someone as ugly as me." she wept.
"That can't be true because you are the prettiest girl I have ever seen. I'm sorry your dog is gone. But, if you need a new friend, my name is Johnathon. And I promise you, I will never leave you."
"My name is Lauraline. Where are you from?" she says as she starts to smile, wiping her eyes and sniffling her nose.
"We just moved here from Tennessee. I was scared at first but I think I'm gonna be ok now."
"Well Johnboy, I think we are gonna be the best of friends."
"Johnboy? How did you get Johnboy?"
"I don't know, I just did, I can always call you something else. What's your whole name?"
"Johnathon Bailey Bennett. Why? What's yours?"
"Lauraline Jacklyn Davies. Oh, I know! I'm gonna call you JB." she squeals with excitement.
"Well if you are gonna call me that, then I need a name for you. How about LJ?"
"Lauraline sweetheart, it's time for dinner." I hear her mom yell out to her.
"I love it! Well, I gotta go in now. Bye JB! See you later."
"See you later LJ."
We were inseparable since that day.
***
Current Day 7:32 pm
"Why are we out of beer again Martha? I thought I told you to fucking grab some when you went out?" Ron says, starting to get pissed.
"I'm sorry Ron. They were out of Shocktop, I got you a bottle of Johnnie Walker though" Mom sheepishly says as she passes the bottle to Ron... also known as my step-dad.
"Fucking hand it here already." He snatches the bottle out of her hand and opens it up and takes a couple of large swigs.
"Shit! I'm running late. This is gonna be a great night." I think sarcastically to myself.
I hop out of bed, grab a pair of black cargo shorts and my black work shirt, brush my teeth, put some water through my hair then head downstairs to say bye to my mom.
"Hey mom, I'm getting ready to head to work."
"Ok, pick up some beer on your way home please."
"Maybe," I say annoyed.
It's the same damn thing every day. Can you get the beer? Can you find some pills? How am I supposed to save up money to finally be on my own and pay my bills if I keep spending it on his beer and pills?
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