Chapter Four And A Half
Third person POV
A tall figure stomped across the sidewalk, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Anger was radiating off of him, causing evening joggers to go around him cautiously. He was muttering under his breath about a dumb girl, a stupid society, and an awful life.
Across town, a young boy paced a room, nervously chewing on his nails. The room held two twin sized beds, two small nightstands, a closet, a dresser and a mirror hanging on the back of the door.
Through the hall and down and the stairs, across the second floor, down to the first floor, past the nursery and to a medium sized bedroom, a plump woman sat on a bed, hastily whispering into a phone. A boy had ran off, she had no idea why. He lost his temper and yelled at a girl, maybe that’s why. Why did he yell? Why, she couldn’t recall.
Back through the nursery, take a left, not a right, then into a room. Climb the ladder, find a kitchen, living room, and many teens. A sign on the railing read: Older kids only! Back off twerps! A cluster of girls whispered on the couch, boys sipped beer they weren’t supposed to have in the kitchen, no longer their rowdy selves.
Away from the loft, through the house and out the door, down the road and across town, the boy sat against a light pole. He shook from the cold, and sniffed. Tears painted his cheeks and he grabbed his head.
Two hours away, down the interstate and through miles of cars, a young man sat at a party, smoke dangling around his head. He laughed and someone threw a coke can.
His name was Mike, and he was the boy that ruined Aiden’s life.
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