hidden sinners,, radiodust human au.

1. runaway boy.

December 28th, 1932

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"Hey Cheryl?"

"Yes Anthony?"

"Is this real?"

"Yes Tony, it is."

"Did we really just do that?"

"Did we really just get you out of your household and runaway from your family completely so you can start a new life? Yes Anthony, we did."

I look at cheryl speechless, completely in shock. I couldn't believe it. I knew it was true but, it seemed so unreal in every way.

I always thought I would stay in that house, doing work for my father and living in infinite pain.

But no.

At 29 years old, I finnally got out. I always doubted something as such would happen, knowing how hard it is to just get a job without having a proper education.

It was a cold night. We were out in the streets, driving all the way from New York to New Orleans. I had just snuck out my house, leaving my family and my past behind.

Ever since I turned 18 I wanted to get out, to have a proper free life without my father. But, I knew I couldnt do that. Not because I was forced to stay, but because of what would happen.

I never went to college, dropped out of school, and only knew basics.

I can't get anywhere with that, I don't know where I would've gone or how I would've even gotten a job.

Especially alone.

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"You'll never get anywhere Anthony. Your fucking retarded. I'm ashamed to be your father."

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The words always hurt me.

But now I don't have to listen to them anymore.

"Anthony? You alright? Your staring at the road like your a fuckin deer in headlights."

I snap out of my thoughts and look at my best friend, Cheryl. "Yeah yeah, I'm fine...it's just, unbelievable ya know?"
I say to her, rolling down the window, feeling the breeze push my blonde hair, letting me relax. "Hey, I get it. Don't worry, I was like that when I had sex for the first time."

I practically spit everywhere, starting to laugh out loud. "That was so out of fuckin pocket!" I say, nudging her elbow playfully. "It's true hey!" She says back, laughing along with me.

I take a 12 pack of cigarettes out of my pocket, grabbing one for myself. I take my lighter out and attempt to light it up so I can light my cigarette, but clearly fail. "Fuck!" i say, frustrated. Cheryl's loud snickers fill the car, as she takes the lighter from my hand, attempting a couple times before properly lighting it.

I nod as a thank you and take my lighter back, pushing it back into my pocket as I breathe in the weed, soon after letting it escape from my throat.

I sigh, and turn to Cheryl who's focused on driving.

"Thank you."

"Tony, don't say that. No need to say thank you, your my best friend and i'll do anything for you. No matter what it is I'm always gonna be there. Ya got it?" She says, taking one hand off the steering wheel and putting it on my shoulder.

"Got it...I just, god Cheryl. Ever since we were fuckin kids...you've done this for me. Like, it just feels as if I owe you so much, your practically the one getting my life together."