Calm Before The Storm (A River's Edge Fanfic)

Movin' Out

My friends walked me to my house to get the rest of my stuff. I didn't think they were home because it was so quiet.

"I don't think they're home," I said.

"We only see your mom's car outside," Matt said.

"They're out eating at Chinese place or something."

"That's a good thing, all we gotta do is help her get her stuff." Layne said.

We went upstairs, there was a strong bad smell coming from my room.

"The fuck is that smell?" Mike asked in disgust.

"My dead cat is still in there."

Maggie gasped as I opened the door, Cheetah was still there, she was slowly decaying.

"Poor kitty," Layne said.

"I need the rest of my clothes, my books, music, and movies."

"Creepshow also?"

"Creepshow also."

"Yes!" Layne stuck his fist up cheerfully.

"That was a crazy movie man," Tony said.

They helped me pack my clothes and books while we tried our best to tolerate the smell of death.

"What type of person leaves a dead animal in their house to rot like this?" Matt asked.

"I'll leave a note saying get rid of her, I bet they want me to get rid of her since she's my cat, they always wanted me to clean their own fucking messes in their fucking house!" I yelled.

"Uh Sky, could we speak a little quieter?" Layne asked.

"Why, they're not home?"

"What if they come home while we're here?"

"Then we'll keep packing and just go, whether they're here or not. You know Mom was the one that bought me Cheetah, waaaay before the divorce, made Cheetah at least ten years old. I never expected her to live this long anyway. She was my best friend, she always avoided Brad, if they were near each other she would growl, I never blamed her, fuck him."

We all smiled.

"I could've trained her like Willard did his rats. Both of them would've been clawed to death, too late now huh."

"What matters now is we're all moving out of here to live with your Dad," Matt said patting my back.

"I need my movies then I'm ready."

We walked downstairs to the living room, I only had a small pile of movies I owned to pack.

"I wanna take some of their food too, it's a long drive. Mike has a cooler in his truck."

I ran to the fridge.

"Got plenty of cokes, we don't need beer because Layne's trying to quit drinking."

"I'm starting to get the cravings, you're right Sky," Layne said.

"We can put this pack of baloney in the cooler, get what's remaining and eat sandwiches until we get there."

I handed the food and cokes to Mike to go put in his truck.

"How long is the drive?" Maggie asked.

"Twelve hours."

"Hoooolllly shhhiiiitt," Layne said.

"We can sleep in the truck in a parking lot...wait a minute...I can take some of the money Mom keeps in the master room, we can stay at a motel for a night."

"Why does she keep the money?"

"Save for a new and better car, she could've saved it to pay for my college but no, they don't give a shit."

I ran upstairs to get some money, about fifty dollars.

"They're pulling in!" Maggie shouted.

I ran back downstairs.

"They're here," Matt said.

"Goddamnit!" Layne said.

"Let's just go."

We walked out and saw them.

"Which one of you owns the truck that's blocking our path?" Brad asked.

"Mine," Mike said.

"Well get it out and get outta here, Skylar get your stoner hoodlums out before I go call the cops."

"For your info, they don't do that anymore, they're my best friends not hoodlums," I said.

"I don't care what you think about them," Mom said.

"I don't care what you think about them either."

I put my stuff in the truck.

"You had us worried about you the past couple days, thought you'd never come back home."

"This isn't my home, Portland is my home, with Dad."

"That bum? He can't provide for you like we can."

"At least he loves me and treats me like a human being and not some fucking robot."

"You're not a robot, you're not magnetic, also metaphorically speaking," Brad said.

"You son of a bitch!" Matt said.

"And what type of sick fuck kills a pet for punishment!?" Maggie asked.

"It was for her own good, she disobeyed us way more than once by hanging around people like all of you," Mom said.

"But still, what type of sick fuck!? I love animals!" Layne said.

"What happened to you Mom? Ever since the divorce, you've been an entirely different person! I lost respect for you Mom! You lied about Dad being unfit to take care of me! You cheated Mom, you're a lying cheating piece of shit trash mother and you are clearly and audibly with Brad because he fucks you real good!" I yelled.

"How dare you!" Mom yelled.

"Well it's true!"

"Yeah it's true, it's all true, both of you are assholes!" Matt said.

"We all know how you treat her and we're glad she's out!" Layne yelled.

"Out, who says she's out?" Mom asked chuckling.

"I did," I said.

"What makes you think you're leaving us?"

"I have everything I own in the truck, the fucking lightbulb should be on in your cum filled brain."

Talking to her like this was a first for me, I was scared but it had to be done.

"I'm eighteen pretty much so you can't tell me what to do anymore."

"Really? Well little Miss. Eighteen Year Old, you can go, but don't come crying to me when your father's hung himself in his closet when you get there."

I hopped in the back of the truck, the rest followed pursuit, Mike in the driver's seat and Tony in the passenger side.

"But before you go, you gotta get your cat out of your room, starting to smell," Brad said with Mom nodding.

"It's your house, do it yourself."

We finally left.