Chicago

Part 2

His bare feet ached as he sprinted through the woods, leaves in various different colors, red, yellow, brown, green. Branches and twigs stabbed the blondes heels.

His lungs felt as if they were going to burst open, he heavily breathed frantically looking for a way out.

"Frank fuck off!" The sixteen year old heard a faint voice making him stop completely, stumbling a little. "Frank I'm serious, go fuck yourself." He heard them coming closer, so he quickly hid behind a bush.

The two guys came into view, one was young wearing camo pants and a tan beige shirt, a pissed off face plastered on. The other was old, had purplish-black bruises, yellow- almost gold teeth, wearing a sleeve cut off flannel.

"Come back to be a corner boy, please it's the family business." Tommy tried adjust his position, making it more comfortable as he spied on the random dudes, but accidentally breaking a twig in the process. He looked back up, to see both of them not in sight.

"Hello kid." He jumped up the sudden voice behind him, startled accidentally punching him. "Oh shit, sorry old man." He said as he looked down at the passed out fellow.

"Thank you for that." The younger of the strange duo said, he looked around Tommy's age, reeked of alcohol and smoke.

"For what? I just knocked him out?!"

"Oh your definitely not from here, this here is my father, frank." The younger scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

"So why be happy that I punched him." The boy in camo softly laughed.

"Everyone hates frank. It's like the whole town took a shit all at once and he was the outcome." Tommy let out a chuckle.

"Is that what happens when people don't wipe their ass?" They both bursted out laughing, the blonde started to cough harshly making the older grow concerned, finally taking in how shitty Tommy looked.

"Hey, how about you come to my place, my neighbor she used to be a nurse- well actually no she wasn't but she knows how to patch you up, ok?" The younger nodded, then paused to look at the old man laying on the floor.

"Are we just leaving him here?"

"Yup, I'm Carl by the way." He held his hand out for the other to shake it, the blonde shook it.

"I'm Tommy."

Time skip.

He grunted in pain as the women named vannessa- wait no? Veronica was stitching his wounds, "How did this even happen?" She asked.

"Holy shit I forgot to ask that question!" Carl exclaimed, earning a glare from the eldest in the room.

"How did you forget to ask that question he was practically fucking bleeding out his limbs?!" The red head said, the youngest didn't quite know his name yet.

"I was to distracted on congratulating him on the fact that he punched frank."

"Holy shit you punched Frank, nice job kid!" The carrot top remarked, grinning at the blonde.

"Ian, Carl shut up, Tommy what happened?"

"I-I was um- I was kidnapped by this asshole, he d-drugged me and torched me for two weeks."

"I can get Mickey and we can go kill him or beat the shit out of him." Ian? Was it said, making the blonde raise a eyebrow.

"Aw, kid do you want to call your parents? Because your obviously far from home based on your accent." V said ignoring Ian's comment.

"Y-yea do any of you guys have a cell?"

"Here." Carl said handing him a flip phone, opening it, the named on it as Mariah Cyrus.

"Who's Mariah Cyrus?"

"The person I stole the phone from, we can't actually afford that shit here." Tommy snorted and shrugged, dialing his moms phone number in.

"Hello who is this?"

"Hey mom, it's me."

"Look little shit I can't talk right now."

"Mom. I'm in Chicago, can you pick me up?"

"Why the fuck are in Chicago?! Actually never mind you can find your own way out."

"Mom I was fucking kidnapped!?"

"Oh shut up, you attention seeking bitch you weren't kidnapped."

"Oh fuck off! Can you at least pay for the ticket or go text Wilbur to call this number?!"

"No I'm not going to give you a ticket, and no texting Wilbur, he's like eight years older than you."

"Oh come on now, I fucking earned that money, who's the famous one? Who the fuck worked there ass off day after day? Who pays for everything? And who only gets five bucks out of it a month? Oh right me, you old fuck so give me my fucking money so I can pay for a ticket!" He ranted completely forgetting the other three in the room.

He didn't get a answer, he got a beep signally she hung up. He frustratedly tossed the phone back to Carl, exaggeratedly sighing.

"So are you going back to where ever you came from?"

"Once I get the money, she stole all mine." He glanced at Carl who was making a pleading look at Ian.

"Can we keep him pleaseeee."

"What is he a fucking dog?!" The red head said.

"With that hair, I would say yes." V said as she ruffling his fluffy golden hair.

"But seriously can he stay?" The one in the tan shirt begged.

"Yea sure why not? Our house basically a fucking hotel by now."

"Fuck yes, your my new roomie toms."