Author’s Note: I was going to finish writing this yesterday and post, but I sort of fell asleep. Hehe. Yeah, so here is the next chapter part one. Oh, and tomorrow I’ll post the other part. I’m trying to finish this baby. (:
I’m eating Jello right naow :} Be jealous :P Hehehe, just teasing.
Sorry it’s a bit dragged as well, I just can’t wait to get the truth out. Oops, I hope I didn’t spill anything. O.O
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Chapter 11: Mendable.
Part1: Lets makeup.
Recap: Maybe I’ll get a nice bench at the park. Ha, still got my humor.
I bitterly laughed aloud, and continued running.
Brandon’s P.O.V.
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I stopped running after I was at least two blocks away from Bryan, and until I noticed I couldn’t hear him calling my name and running after me. I had finally stopped crying desperately after I had passed one block. Realization hitting me, that if he was going to be all over a guy – literally – I shouldn’t feel upset or anything. It’s not like we’re together.
I’m practically just a guest at his house. Well, not anymore. Ugh, now I have to find a place to stay.
I crouched as I tried to regain some air into my thirsty dry lungs.
I’ll call my mom when I get the chance, so that she can give me some of my stuff. Including my debit card, that way I can find an apartment to stay in. Thank God that my dad pays the whole school year in one shot, or I’d have to be looking where to be educated, too.
Today’s a Sunday, so I have to settle things fast.
Wow, that was seriously a work out. For a guy that hates doing anything exercise related, I just had myself a good run. Never happening again. Gosh, how do people do this regularly, I feel like I’m going to die.
I could feel sweat and tears drying, so I tried to regain my composure, and stood up straightly as I looked around my surroundings. Okay…I think I’m lost.
I started walking around for a bit, only to find lots of people staring at me. It didn’t seem like such a bad neighborhood, but you could tell there were some creeps around.
I saw this strange old lady approach me, with her hand extended to me, “No, sorry, I don’t have any money on me,” I told her, as I kindly smiled at her, as he walked away.
I wanted to help, but I really don’t have any money on me, and who knows what she would do with the money. Maybe she would have gone and bought herself some pot or something illegal like that. As she walked away, I could smell her odor, so I tried keeping my facial expressions neutral, but damn! She was a bit funky! If you know what I’m saying.
Quickly shivering, I tried to walk at a fast pace. Maybe if I walk far enough, I can get near to a bus station. But, I don’t have any money. Maybe some kind Samaritan will pay the ride for me. Nah, who am I kidding. Nobody does that anymore.
I groaned in frustration as I wondered what I’d do. Maybe I should go back. Bryan must have a proper explanation for what happened, right? I have to be fair. Nah, not even the law is fair, so why should I?
