Psycho\\ Discontinued

Chapter 5 : Old Man Tom

With that sentence, I stood up and walked quietly out of the church. Alfred didn't even bother trying to stop me. When I walked out of that sacred place, I felt... A bit rejuvenated but not quite. Guess the church wasn't good enough for me and my pain.
I continued to walk down street and took some turns to my Central Park. I was exhausted.
However, I noticed a new face in the park. You might think I see new people everyday, but this person stood out like a rat in a cat convention. For starters he was wearing a dirty tank top, a filthy army jacket , a torn capris, sandels that were too worn out and small on his feet. His duffel bad was crap.
My curiosity got the better of me as I headed toward him.
He was munching in something.
"Hello....?" I asked.
he looked up and snapped, " what do you want girl?"
No manners. How revolting. "Sorry sir, I couldn't help notice that you're new here... Who are you ?" The man chuckled to himself. "Your the first person to actually admit noticing me. my name is Old Man Tom." He said out fast .
"Old Man What ?"
"Old Man Tom! Damn girl use your ears !"
"What're you doing here?" I muttered. Tom sighed. "What do you own the park or something? This is my home."
My heart softened. He was homeless too. Just like me.
"So am I .." I replied quietly. Tom's eyes began to soften. "Oh sorry girl, couldn't tell."
Moment of silence.
"So, how long are you planning on staying?"
Tom scrunched his brows in thought. "As long as I need to."
"Meaning..."
"Away form the Eagles."
I looked up in the sky." The birds ?"
Tom scoffed." No stupid, the gang. They've been after me since I came into the city." I scrunched up MY brows in thought. Eagles? Didn't ring a bell. Then again.. I think I heard in the news one time...
Tom continued with his story. " There's at least 15 strong men. Tattoos on 'im and everything. Love terrorizing us weak homeless folk. I myself got beat up a few times. And I'm not the only one."
"Eagles ...." I repeated. Tom yawned and stretched , then rubbed his belly.
"I'm starving . Girl, you know anywhere where I can eat?"
I was considering the city dump but I didn't say a word. Tom stood up and grabbed his duffel bag. I couldn't help saying ,"where are you going ?" Tom looked down on me. "Somewhere to get some food. C'mon" he stared to walk..no wobble out if the park. Even though I just met they guy I decided to follow him , since I was starving myself. We walked side by side until Tom stopped at a convenient store at the corner of a street. I stole a look to Tom who was..smirking ?
Tom walked on inside and I followed.
"So ...you wanna buy something..?" I asked.
"Girl..you dumb. You think I'm made of money ?! For people like us, we gotta ...bend the rules a little." He went back smirking as we made our way to the beer bottle line. Tom looked around, I did to. What was he...doing ..?
    Tom opened his jacket a little and snatched a beer, then hid it in his pocket?!
" Tom," I hissed," what are you doing ?!"
" shut up! You want the officials to swoop and arrest us?" He closed his Jacket  and patted his chest. " now your turn ."
"What ?"
" you must be starving ... Wanna steal a iced tea?"
" are you serious ??"
" I guess. Hurry up, I think that clerk over there is suspicious ." I stole a glance at a hyping guys who was staring at us with watchful eyes. Damn. " okay..okay.. Let's hurry ." We strolled over to the refrigerators were all the drinks were kept. I looked around for that weird clerk , wasn't there no more.
I rushed over to the teas. I looked through the window and saw a lemon strawberry one. My stomach rumbled and my throat went dry.
I took a look at Tom and when he nodded, I opened the fridge, grabbed the team and hid it in my bag. There.
I've committed a crime.