The Little Things: Return July

Chapter 3| Kenroy

(chapter three)

The rigid emotions within me was still visible as I stomp my way down the stony pavement as the busy world zoom pass me, not giving a damn about how I feel or what just happen. The cool breeze hit me across my face as it dried my invisible tears that stood there.

I glance at my watch to see that it was four o'clock. I could care less about detention at the moment, I turn off the road taking the forbidden road that lead to a broken down club that was no longer in service. It was Greg and I favourite place to hang when situations like this stir up or when we just want to hang and release the teenage boy within us without our enemies interfering. I glance up as to see that it was just the same way we found it when we woke up drunk that Saturday night.

The building was seldom and broken, windows were stain and had inappropriate images that were not visible for children, the strong scent of alcohol was still drenched in the building a bit. I glance at the front door to find it still broken windows while the chain held the doors together. I glance to the side where the ladder was, I climb up until I reach the top where the sunset bathe into my face. I pulled my hoodie off and glare into the beauty of the sunset as the cool evening breeze massage the scalp of my hair. I run my hand through my messy hair and lean back on the wall thinking about everything that just erupt.

How could he just barge into my life after seven years?

How could he just start caring about her, when he left her die couple years ago?

He left her to let the disease eat her and myself alive. Why the hell does he care now?

I hear a car pull up below. I glance down to see Doctor Harris grey Honder pulled up in the stony pavement. He and Greg was the only person who knew that this is where I come when I needed to breath. I watch as he step out and glance up towards me. I watch as he pull his jacket off and slam his door shut before taking out his cell,probably writing me a text to get down and right at this moment I could care less. I glance back at the sunset which was slowly fading into air. It was the beeping of my cellphone that got me to glance down towards Doctor Harris before taking out my cellphone. I took it out to see two messages one from Greg and another from doctor Harris.

I open the one from Greg which said:

No fucking way.... Samantha Ferguson is in detention! Where the hell are you drunky?

I exist out of his text, I could careless about plastic barbie Samantha Ferguson been in detention all I cared about is my mom, not seeing her on her birthday. She deserve to see me through that visible glass wondering who's that screwed up guy, that is always desperate to see her well being. The screwed up guy that she gave birth to, the son that still loves her even after all she did to him. I open doctor Harris text that simply say:

Come down.

I glance down to see that he was leaning on his car looking up at me. I took a long deep breath glancing at my bruised knuckles before climbing down back the ladder. I jump off skipping the last three steps. I heard he open his car door and I turn to see him taking out his first aid kit.

Doctor Harris was the perfect image of good samartian, even though he still carry his bad boy image well trim. Back in his school days he was the notorious bad boy who doesn't listen to anyone or obey any rules until that faithful day he met his grandfather on his death bed and manage to save his life while all the doctors were busy in a heart transplant surgery and he figure out from that moment that he wanted to be a doctor, to save people lives. He took me in after my mother have been admitted in the hospital tending to my wounds and scars, sending me to school providing me with everything he thought I need while his Kelly wife feed me till I'm tumbling over.