Will Vinny
Rookie has been out cold all morning. His injuries are really taking a toll on him but he's working through it. I believe in him, he's as tough as nails by the seems of it. The guy literally has a sprained ankle and we're also being hunted down by piggies but he's more concerned about how Stella and Hillary are doing. They are just kids and just witnessed their brothers being arrested for no reason, just to watch them run away afterwards.
I've told Stella a million times not to do that, too.
Hillary on the other hand, she's a lot more innocent and probably has no idea what criminal shit is. I can't picture Rookie doing anything troublesome. Then again, I didn't think he spoke. I always knew him, or of him, as the quiet kid who never said a word to anyone. He always read his books and stayed silent.
The more I got to know of Rookie Chandler the more I realize how wrong I was of him. He's not quiet, he's aware and keeps to himself. He's not nerdy, just loves books and the ones he reads are mostly about mental health, which he struggles with. He's not a loner because he doesn't have any friends, he simply tells people to fuck off. He's not odd, he just has his own way with things and that's what he prefers.
So really I know him better than anyone besides his mom and Hillary.
All thanks to our little sisters wanting a play date.
He has no doubt become my best friend. He knew about my past but he never looked at me any differently like most do. There's just one thing he doesn't know. And that's my name is Vincent Williams. Not Will Vinny.
I go by Will because the Vincent Williams everyone knows has a bad past. One that would reverse roles on Rookie and I's assumptions and accusations. I didn't kill my father but I have done some similar shit.
Rookie's scream once again catches my attention by his morning screeching voice. I rolled my eyes but had the same damn smile as yesterday, now knowing that it's because he just realized his ankle is fucked for a few weeks.
"Willy!" There's him crying out for me again. "Get your fucking ass in here. I need assistance, Willy!"
"Just so you know, Will, I gave Rookie some painkillers. Maybe a little too much. Have fun!" Bruce came bursting through the door. Great.
Rookie on drugs.
I get up, despite my comfortable position on the couch and walk to where the screaming boy is. His eyes are dilated, ready to pop out of his head by the looks of it. His mouth is gaped open as he looks around in awe. Even though the room is rusty and looks like an abandoned sewer. That is where we are, a sewer.
"Why are you fussing, Rooks? Too much of a high?" I laugh at him. "Yes! Willy, I'm hungry. Feed me!" He demands. "You know, you're a big boy. Feed yourself." I laugh again. I know damn well I'll end up giving him his fucking food. I just need to humour him a bit longer.
"But Willy! I'm hurt," He pouts. "You're healing." I shrugged. "Not fast enough! I'm gonna fucking die in here because of you if you don't get my damn food, mister!"
"Fine. I'll get your damn food." Still laughing I leave the room and get the guy whatever the fuck he can get.
Even if that means I have to go back into the wild to get his food and risk being caught.
I'll do anything for Rookie Chandler.
YOU ARE READING
The look behind those tired eyes
Fiksi Sejarah"It's the look behind those tired eyes, Chandler. They tell a story not many could comprehend. Not a lot of people in your position are able to speak up about their mental health as much as you, you talking about it is a great thing!" "The only good...
