problematic lovers- brance

how'd i get here?

vances pov

school fucking sucks. i think its a well known thing but i dont give a fuck. i would stop to play pinball but im tired as shit and i wanna get drunk.

im walking home as i see bruce yamada. the towns golden boy. hes such a fucking twat, he thinks hes better than everyone. but really hes just city trash like the rest of us.

i finally make it home and i swing the door open, slamming it shut behind me. "Vance!?" shit. daves home. dave is my dad. though i will fucking kill myself before calling him that. i hate him so much. "ya?" i yell back, walking into the living room where he is sitting down with a bottle of beer. "dont slam the fucking door next time, alright?" he says. 

"sure?" i say and start to head to my room. "ah, wait get your ass over here" he snaps his fingers. i roll my eyes. "what" 

he looks at me like he is in disbelief. "since when do you give attitude to your old man? huh?" he asks. now im the one in disbelief. "the fuck you mean?" my voice raises a little. "you're always fucking drunk and shit. plus, you used to hit me, than all of a sudden you started taking day and night shifts. you were never around asshole. now your back? acting like shit never happened? your a fucking cunt for that" i rant. his face is getting red and he throws his bottle across the room, making it shatter.

"im the reason you have food and water, the reason you fucking live in a house, the reason yo-" he yells but i cut him off, yelling as well. "your the reason why moms dead" i shout. he looks at me, and the points to the front door. "out. get the living hell out of my god damn house" he stares at me and all i could do is laugh,  spit on him, and leave. 

i have nowhere to go. 

i have nowhere to walk to, so i dont know where the hell im going.

but i somehow end up at the park, its nothing much, a couple swings, a small slide and a bench. 

buts its a pretty big field, so a bunch of people come here and play soccer or whatever. i was shocked to see no one was here, i mean the sun was setting and families were eating dinner by this time. 

i sat down on the bench and looked far off out on the field. in the distance, i get a clear view of the baseball  fields, which means i get a clear view of bruce yamada practicing with a couple other boys.

i dont know what it is about bruce, but he just pisses me off. like a lot. i dont have a single fucking clue why though.

i just sit quietly and watch him hit a ball super far, his friends curse at him and they all laugh while bruce runs off to get the ball. while he picks up the ball, he catches a glimpse of me, he looks at me, smiles, and does a little wave. guess he figured i have been watching. i scowl and pick my ass up and walk off.

i hear his friends yelling his name, telling him to hurry up. 

that makes me walk off faster, i just want to go home and get fucking high. but i cant. cause i dont have a home. 

and i am not about to just sleep on the streets like a fucking weirdo, so i head to grab n go, its a 24 hour store anyway so ill be good.

for hours i just play pinball, swearing off any worker who trys to get me to go home. until this nice older lady, i guess she picked up a shift for money, walked up to me.

"sweet heart, you should head to bed. now im guessing you cant go back home? i can make a small bed in the back for ya, wont tell if you dont!" she smiles. i shrug and follow her to the back, where she lays down a blanket and a pillow, handing me another blanket.

"you just keep this shit around?" i ask.

she shrugs, "alot of hobos come around looking for some place to sleep. but your not a hobo, just a lost kid, you and i both know that" she smiles once again walks off. "night kiddo" she yells over her shoulder and closes the door, i hear her sit back in the chair infront of the cashier greeting a customer.