My Life As Stacey Green.

Chapter 13

I went back to the house that Sam was in and heard that Jade called him back a second later, it was a very muffled conversation considering I had just stormed nearly out of the house.
"Hey babe, I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I love you no matter what."
I felt sick to the pits of my stomach.
"Umm, yeah I love you too, but I got to dash. Got a dentist appointment with Terry, oh wait, crap, not Terry. Umm, yah! Cecil Simone, you heard of him, yeah we got a 2 for 1 deal at the restaurant. Wait? Anyway bye." Sam hung up and slumped to the floor tears jetting from his eyes. I came in there for Bob actually but he was no where in sight so I stormed back to the hideout, how I knew the direction I will never understand or even comprehend. Anger pulsing in the bulging vain on my forehead. I was so angry, I wonder if there even is a word to sum up half of it. A nagging feeling of disappointment pained my stomach, like I said earlier, anything good that happens to me is always crushed and destroyed. Suddenly, I collapsed on the bed. Why didn't he tell me that Jade was alive and they were still an item? I wanted to cry out in exasperation, I was over used, like a pen, when it runs out you shake it back to life and then it runs out again and you repeat it, that was and still is my life. Lord, I was turning into a self pitiful martyr, I used to not care about myself and always it was about others. But the thing is in this world, no body cares about you, so you must be the only hope for yourself. The thought pained me. All I wanted was my radiant mother and my impeccable father, I just needed a hug, a whisper telling me I would survive and be safe. I was just wasting my last cards of neutral sanity. I wanted Bob, his purring and his soft for coat. Hey, that meow sounded to real.
"Yo, girl. Why you ditch me with that sket back there? She could've killed me! Bitch please be considerate of my welfare and reputation." Yep, couldn't escape the arse hole for long, could I? "Well I'm sorry, you ungrateful bugger, I'm not in a good mood if you noticed." I growled, as he curled up onto my shoulder. "Gurl, I forgive you." He purred into my ear, his whiskers gently vibrating against my earlobe. I smiled slightly. Well at least I had Bob and I guess he sort of cared about me. "What would I do without you Kip?" Kip was his nickname, kippers were his favourite (fun fact of the day!). "You know I always loved these moments bitch," I raised an tear soaked eyebrow, "it be true. I loved them because you call me Kip and you care." Then I packed a ruck sack and left the house Bob perched precariously on my shoulder leaving the door swinging wide open in a haunting manner. I didn't know where to start, so I hunted around for Cecil. I presumed he wasn't that hard to miss, but I was very wrong. Many eccentric sorcerers,warlocks and witches had the power to cover themselves in a fog that mists any human or monster eye. I decided, no longer bothering to find Cecil, that I would find Terry, even if that meant leaving the sanctuary that I had left. I ran to my room and found a backpack. Bob watched as I hurriedly stuffed clothes and small shampoo bottles that you get in hotels in my bag. 5 minutes upon entering the room, I was ready, packed and dressed, with Bob curled around my neck and I decided that once this was over, I would make sure that Bob went on a diet. Careful not to make too much noise, I crept down the stairs and heard Sam talking to someone, probably Jade. I felt a stab of jealousy chorus through my veins, that bi-no, I must stay focussed, I need to find Terry. Not caring if I slammed the door, I broke into a sprint once I was outside. Bob's claws extended further into my jacket, surprised by the sudden change of speed, sprouting some colourful language that would never be mentioned in an age 13 book. I smiled and carried on running until I found a conveniently placed boat and launched myself into it. Bob yowled and turned a hilarious shade of greyish-green. The paddles were freshly varnished and the boat smelt of newly cut wood, well I feel sorry for whoever spent hours doing that, heh, no time for that. Furiously, I began to paddle the boat along the blue stream, the exit loomed ahead, a door, with two guards standing beside it. Oh bloody hell, I didn't need this, like not now or ever. Bob looked at me eagerly, he had read my mind, sneaky little sod, so of course I nodded. Bob carelessly hopped off onto the bank and prowled up to the guards. They crooned affectionately and Bob gradually neared them, purring irresistibly. Then it all happened. Bob had reached them and they were stroking him leaving the gates unguarded, suddenly he pounced at them. Scratching their faces and necks, and leaving them screaming. "HOLY SHIT!" One screamed as Bob nearly tore his eyes out. The other guard then slipped back onto a lever (convenient as hell) revealing the other side of the door, the now full again Spanish ocean. I glided through, paddling so fast it was shocking, the guards tried to protest but my little boy nearly put them in a coma. Bob sailed onto my shoulder as he catapulted off of the guards head. I goggled at him. "Are they dead?" He grinned at me, "Naw, just very very very sleepy." He then winked at the drooping guards as the gate closed loudly behind us. "Can't believe you did that." I laughed. He put his paws up in defence and then began talking about how we were actually going to get to England. "Umm.... I don't know. I didn't actually think about that." I rushed, blushing. "Bitch what? You dragged me here and you don't have any type of plan?!" He hissed angrily. "I wasn't thinking."
"No crap Sherlock."
"I'm sorry King Ass hole."
"Rude."
"Ha."
"So can you suggest anything that we could do to survive Stacey?"
"Its just a thought, but..."
"JUST SPIT IT OUT GURL."
"Well we could sail to Spain and get a train through France to England to London!"
"WELL LETS DO THAT THEN, BUT I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD A SPARE £557 IN YOUR POCKET!"
"I have mum's credit card and how did you know the fare?"
"I know stuff, any more questions?"
"No."
"Then let's go spend free money!"
And with that we (I) was paddling ferociously across the sea, the coast of Spain twinkled in the distance. It was at least 10-15 miles. How on earth was I going to cover that? Bob looked hungrily at me, did I even bring food? "Are you okay Kip?" I asked meekly, feeling the aggravating hunger pang my stomach. He shook his head and cuddled up at my feet almost trying to provide me some sense of warmth. A small smile crossed my face. Then I kept on paddling as the sun fazed into the sea and the moon arose bringing a fierce cold air with it.