Sleepers

Chapter 3

Shakes P.O.V

"I killed one wife I can easily kill another one" Pa shouted to Ma before slamming the door shut causing the vase on the shelf to shudder.

Ma sighed whilst trying to hold back the tears.

"Hey Shakes, c'mon" Michaels voice echoed from downstairs I instantly jump grabbing my jacket. I leave Ma in peace.

Tommy,Mikey,John and Nicole are stood at the entrance if my apartment downstairs.

We walk down the street in the burning sun thats pelting down on us. 

Only to be stopped by Sean Turner, if you thought we were bad, you were wrong.

"Well well well, if it isn't Micky Mouse and his friends" with an evil smile on his face looking at Michael.

"Get lost Sean!" Nicole says attempting to get past Sean who's blocking our path.

Sean places his has on Nicole's shoulders.

"Ya'll right princess?" Sean says smiling widely at her.

Tommy swings and punches one right at Sean's mouth, causing Michael to grab Nicole and kick him right in his balls.

"Ah well done guys, he's gonna beat the shit out of you know!" I say sarcastically.

"Jee Shakes thanks for the support" Michael replies.

Sean's moans in pain on the floor.

"Fucking assholes!" Sean manages to groan.

"Yeah well that'll teach ya to put your hands on our girl!" Michael spits.

"Ey what's going on here?!" A middle age man is waking over to us pointing at Sean on the floor.

"Nuttin" Nicole says.

"Yeah? Well it don't look like nuttin' to me" he replies with an angry tone.

"Look mate, who the fuck are you to tell us what's going on?" John says squinting from the sun.

The man grabbed his shirt in a grasp. 

"Look here you little shit, Hells Kitchen is rough enough without gobby toe rags such as yourselfs"

"Hey get off him yeah and just leave us alone" Nicole says brushing his hands off John.

He left with a screwed up face.

"You bastards are gonna pay for this!" Sean spat as he got to his feet.

"Oh yeah, lets make this interesting" I say taking a step forward.

"Stickball game, 3 o'clock tomorrow loosing team

Pays a dollar... Each" I continue.

Sean glared.

"Deal" we didn't shake hands he shoved passed us all.

"What did you go say that for? You know we always get beat by Sean and his mates" Michael says.

"Sorry, I dunno it just slipped out" I mumble.

"C'mon lets go it's Tuesday Father Bobby will be expecting us at the basketball court." John says.

Every Tuesday we go to the local court to play basketball with Father Bobby, it's a way (in his eyes) of us keepin out of trouble and staying entertained.

We met up with Father Bobby and headed down to the court, which as usual was abandoned.

Now don't go thinking Father Bobby was dressed in his Sunday wear, no he was wearing sweats with a baseball hat, same goes for all of us.

"Alright okay, Shakes, Tommy and Mikey one team John, Nicole and myself the other team" Father Bobby stated.

"Alright lets do this shit!" John shouted. Who received a disappointed look from Father Bobby.

It's safe to say everyone of us were competitive.

As we were jogging to our staring positions Nicole received a cheeky slap on the ass from Michael who playfully kicked him in return.

"Hey no nicey nice with the opposition" tommy says waving a finger.

We played for at least 30 minutes until the rivalry fell out of us.

"Hey I just remembered I found some art classes for ya" Father Bobby pants talking to John.

"C'mon father you know I can't afford no art classes"

"You don't need to pay he's a friend of mine i'll take care of it" Father replies.

"Yeah c'mon John go for it, then you'll have a chance of getting outta here" I say shooting whilst being marked by Nicole.

"Shakes is right, I mean you could have a real chance of doing somethin' with ya life" Nicole says whilst tying her laces.

"I'll tell you a story" Father said dribbling the ball.

"It's not the one about the leppers is it? Because that one gave me nightmares" Tommy says.

"No. It's about a boy named Michael Angelo, he was born poor just like you guys, his dad was a conman"

"Annnnnd....?" John says wide eyed.

"He painted a ceiling no one will ever forget, on 9th avenue"

"Ha who painted the other 8?!" Tommy laughed.

We played basketball until the sky turned orange and the sun had gone.