I Miss You (kellic)

All My Heart

I blinked, in complete and utter disbelief. He ran out of my front door, without saying a word.

I stared out into the streets, waiting for him to come running back inside. But after a couple minutes past, I sort of gave up, and turned back towards Steve.

He grunted loudly, "Freak."

Oh..fuck you.

I kept my distance, although I could pounce at him anytime now for saying that about Vic.

"He's not a freak," I told him defensively.

He stared back at me in disbelief. I knew what was coming next, so I stepped backwards, my lower back hitting a small table behind me. I looked back up at Steve and he was right there, fire prevalent in his eyes. Then, in one swift motion he backhanded my face. The burning sensation shot through my cheek violently.

My hand cupped the side of my face almost immediately, "I hate you."

He just laughed, "Like I care what you think."

I didn't know what the fuck to do. The rage was building up inside me at an incredible speed and all I wanted to do was punch him in the face. Something stopped me though; I knew this was a bad idea. Vic wouldn't want me to be violent. And I didn't stand a chance against Steve, he was fucking huge.

"Go get me a beer from Guero's," he demanded.

I looked up at him and muttered something incoherent under my breath. I can't believe him.

Although half of myself was completely petrified of him, the other half was arrogantly confident, so I stepped forward, "I can't."

He scoffed, "What do you mean you can't?"

"I'm not old enough," replied nervously. However, I've bought beer from Guero's many times before, not just for my uncle but for myself. Back when I actually had friends..

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"Quinn! Get your girly-ass over here!" Jeremy yells from the street corner.

I sprint over to them, crossing the busy street, "What?"

Sam chuckles, "Dude, get some for us."

He presses a $20 bill into my hand sloppily, "Go."

I stare back at him in confusion and fear. Oh, stop being a pansy and just do it. They want beer, you want beer, fuck your feelings and go make them happy.

After a few more seconds of convincing I nod at them, marching into the run-down convenient store like I was king for the fucking day.

The clerk looked to be a hundred years old, staring down at a newspaper and chewing on tobacco.

I snaked through the isles quickly until I grabbed a six pack of some kind of Mexican-looking alcohol and approached the counter.

"I need to see some I.D." the old man spoke through a thick Mexican accent.

I chuckled to myself, "No it's okay, I'm 24."

I glanced back at the guys through the shop window, grinning at them.

The old man looked back and forth between myself and the beer, and then snatched the $20 bill from my hands and smiled at me, "Have a nice day."

"I fucking will now!" I yelled, not giving a shit about the other customers hearing me in the store.

I jogged back outside to the guys, raising the six-pack of beer up over my head in triumph.

Jeremy pulled one of the beers out of its case, "Fuck yeah Quinn!"