Long Way To Go ⇴ Syndisparklez

Chapter 2: 'The Heck America!?

You know that feeling when you're reading a book, and the author keeps making the two main characters hate each other and makes one of them bang someone else, and enjoy it, makes out with someone else, and they make the other person seem like a dick and deny any kind of love and squash the others feeling like a bug? I hate it when people do that. FedEx is broken and the delivery man is crying in the back from confusion. I hate when people make a plot for two main characters and then is like "NOPE YOU BANG SOMEONE ELSE AND NOT THE DUDE YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE WITH AND BE HAPPY WITH YOUR DECISION" Sorry, had to get this off my chest x3 I promise I won't make this story like that, promise. Sorry for my extremely large rant.

!DISCLAIMER¡

It's currently summer/fall in the Fackin' book. (I forgot to say this at the beginning sorry)  And I'm American, so don't yell at me (you'll see why I said this soon)

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"Well, um...this is your room,...." He said, and the awkwardness was real. This is what I hate. Hate having to face him, I just do. He thought I'd just be like "oh hey Ya no hard feelings you just slept with a sleaze, broke my mums heart, forcing us to go bankrupt, but that's all behind us now," Yeah, that will never happen as long as I have my sanity. And why the hell is he just standing there?! Does he expect for me to say something?! Again, it was awkward. Oh so awkward.

"I'll just......um,...I'll go.. Yeah I'll just go..." He awkwardly shuffled out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

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I felt like I was going insane. I just listened to the clock ticking, over, and over, and over again, and again, and again. It was like I was trapped in a box with death on the other side. The feeling was eating me alive. My stomach was killing me as well, I don't know how long I've been stuck in here but I just keep trying not to fall asleep. I would go on YouTube, but he didn't give me the damn password to the Internet! So I've been staring at the ceiling, trying to think of the most random thing I could to get my mind off of my situation.

"OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE!!" I could recognize that voice from anywhere. I slowly opened the door, making sure the coast was clear. When I saw no one, I raced down the stairs and to the door, and saw someone that I'd haven't seen in 2 years. I fumbled to unlock the door, opening it to see non other than my sister Alice.

"Tom!!" Alice squealed, pulling me into a hug. It was weird because we're the exact same height but I'm nearly a year older than her. After are hug, she looked at me like she just saw her long lost son. "Dad is out somewhere with Jessica so they won't be home until probably around 9-ish." She said, setting her stuff on the kitchen table.

"I'm assuming Jessica is his girlfriend.." "Well um... They're actually getting married in the spring. She's his fiancée." I was a little surprised. I mean, didn't they just get into a 'relationship' 7 months ago? (No offense to people who do this IRL, my uncle did that x3) Isn't that a bit early? Fuckin' married Mum when I was 8, and marry this girl in 7 months?! I wonder, what's the catch? "Oh.. So what are we going to do?" I asked. I don't like standing in awkward silence, especially for fuckin' 5 hours. I haven't seen her in so long that I feel very awkward around her, who wouldn't? Not seeing someone in years, then they pop up out of nowhere and you could only see fuzzy memories.

"We could just go to a bar and catch up. There's one literally a couple blocks from here"

"Sounds perfect"

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The bar was busy and crowded. Huh, I guess the drunks decided to come in early. It's only 1:45pm. Well, I guess whores stay around here for their costumers too. But sex in the middle of the day does sound odd. I don't know what people like when it comes to prostitutes. Alice gave a small smile as we sat on the bar stools. It was a fairly nice place, it had an old fashion look to it. I remember going to this place, once. It was with a girl named Kate, the only girl, beside my sister, that knew what was really going on in my life. I haven't talked to her in a month, her dad cut off the cords to the electricity box because he thought she would call the police on her mother.

Her mother is a terrible person. Her mother rapes her, and her dad can't do anything because he's treated the same way as Kate. And her mother makes him take part in the crime, saying if she ever goes to jail, he'll go too. We did have a plan to get the two out, but a month before that, Mum caught dad cheating on her, and I guess I was to weak to help Kate. I know she's still alive though, I've seen her in passing her house.

"Hello, what may I get you two?"

I looked up to see a blonde girl, she looked like she was in her early 20's.

"'Couple shots of vodka, please." Alice answered before I could say a word. I smiled, how does she know me so well?! The girl nodded, slamming 6 shot glasses on the bar before filing them up with the alcohol. She didn't say a word as the doorbell rang, and a whole group of stoners waltzed in, obviously hiding drug, (Stoners- Drug people) and just cleaned off some cups. "So, how is Mum?" Alice asked, downing the shot like it was Soda. "She's okay, I guess.. Not really any better than how she was when you left," I said, and my sisters smile faded a bit. She was always very close to my mum, I guess that feeling hasn't changed.

"SHUT UP THE NEWS IS ON AND I'M TRYING TO HEAR IT BITCHES!" Someone screamed and it all went quiet. "The hell is going on?!" Alice said and we both turned to the T.V, and it was something nerve wrecking. We hardly get to see anything about the U.S on T.V, and when we do, it's basically about some political stuff. But this, this was something odd.

The 'president' was standing in front of stadium post with a microphone on top, and you could see the paparazzi going crazy. Outraged tension was in the room, it wasn't that hard to tell from the angry shouts.

"I regret to inform all of you, we are no longer accepting flights from the United Kingdom, we have gotten a tip off from someone...." He went on and on about something. I was surprised they hadn't smashed the T.V, I forgot that we get tourist. "The fuck! I have fucking family there! My plane fucking leaves tomorrow back home! You're fuckin' kidding me!!"

"I fuckin' live in America!"

"This is a fockin' joke, right?!"

"Are you shitting me?!"

I honestly felt bad for the people. Wonder what is really happening behind the bullshit speech. You could here people outside, from other stores, screaming, yelling, some people curled up in a ball crying. "The fuck?! Is this why I got sent here?!" "You got that letter too?!" "I did as well!" The bar was getting chaotic, and people were racing to the bar to numb their mind I guess."'Wonder what the fuck that's about." Alice said, downing another shot. "Mmm-Hmm." I replied while drinking a shot. The alcohol only burned a little bit since I was use to it. Only perk of having an alcohol-addicted Mum, you don't get in trouble for drinking. Someone took a seat next to me, coal black hair hanging in his face, hands behind his head, staring down at the hard wood bar. "I'm so screwed..."

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A/n: YO.
Guess who the black-haired dude is. It's so tricky. (Note my sarcasm)