Boy Who Broke In My Window

III-And So the Trip Begins...

I shortly finish and barge out of the bathroom doors to find Howard standing stiff as a poker behind the door, seemingly longing for me. I grunt and march towards him, seizing his arm and startling him. I then drag him downstairs along with me; I shall return this stranded boy home, before he further destroys the 'happy' in my today.

"Calm down! This bossing-me-around type of pride is not cute on you" He says trying to soothe me down, patting my back as he struggles to keep up with my pace. I disregard him, proceeding down the stairs.

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I'm nearing the front door, when dad abruptly emerges from behind us.
"Where do the both of you think you're going?!" Dad pipes up as soon as he spots the both of us tread by.

I straightaway free Howard's arm from my agonizing grip and turn to face dad who's standing with a scowl. He has his signature death-glare aimed at Howard.

"Not anywhere crazy; I was just about to walk him home, in fact. No need to fret Daddy; it's only a short errand." I state with an awkward grin.

Dad looks with a baffled expression; I'm not usually very close with boys, at all.

"I'll send Jerquis out to search for you if you aren't home by noon in case you can't recall your way back home or opt to run away like those stereotypical whiny teenagers these days." He says.

"Psst, I know my directions...!" I say self-assuredly. The possibility of me getting lost may be 99.99%, which is no big deal; I'm certain that I'll somehow make it back home as I'm one lucky skunk.

I can detect home from mere smell. I can smell home, which is a humanly instinct of mine. There's a fraternity house occupied with mad rascals not distant from where I live, and like every other fraternity house; partying and playing pranks on innocent residents are their religion.
Because of those dimwits, during some days the entire neighborhood would smell like fresh decay.

"Let's hope so. It's just that you girls don't read maps." Dad mutters inaudibly.
"But, you're free to go with that friend of yours. I'll be consulting a client all throughout today so just phone me if you ever need anything" He states eventually, permitting me to leave.

I give him a peck on the cheek before exiting the house, linking my hand with Howard's in an unromantic, more-towards-sadistic way.

"Now, where exactly do you live, hm?!"
"But my parents-"
"I don't care! They're your parents! They're not going to stab you with a pitchfork or anything! And who the hell are you even!? Just Go!" I yell in fury, pointing towards the front. He sighs and jogs away, I, too follow behind.

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"You're coming too, huh?" He pipes up after five minutes of speed-walking, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Do you expect me to own up for your mistakes?" I ask intimidatingly, glowering at him.
He shakes his head, staring blankly at the ground.

"I just cannot register how a freak could screw up so much in a matter of hours, but congrats, you've accomplished just that. And in turn, I'm going to make your life a living hell." I scorn.

He looks into my eyes with remorse before eventually halting in front of an alley.
"We're here." He mutters nonchalantly, his index pointing towards a building.

I tilt my head sideways to look at the narrow lane; his house in particular stands out the most. It's painted in obnoxious green paint. It's somewhat eerie and odd but frankly doesn't look as bad as I had assumed.

"At least give them some time... I don't want to return. They're not going to be any happier either if I suddenly re-appear on their doorstep like a frightened baboon." He speaks up, looking down at me with plead.

"What makes you think I'd care? Make sure you record their reaction when I imply to them the damaged properties their imp-of-a-son caused." I scoff, with a devilish smirk, proceeding to slam on the doorbell.
I hear the sound of the bell resonate inside the building, and footsteps approaching.

Howard grasps my arm swiftly and drags me away. He then forces me inside the slender areas of land between the walls that separates his house with another man's house. His palm is covering my mouth, and we're supposedly hiding.

Gladly, I am able to breathe as usual within the narrow cavity due to my slim build, whereas Howard on the other hand is suffocating between the walls like a semi-deceased elephant. His cheeks mushed between the bricks, and body being squeezed inside to the limit.

A drunk and frantic gaffer in his late fifties bursts through the door, expecting somebody from the bell I had rung. Nobody was there.
The man might have thought he was the subject of a 'prank' and thus begins to cuss his mouth off. But there is more to his temper; he then starts to throw his garden gnomes aimlessly, crippling them into shards in just one blow against the ground. God bless those poor gnomes.

Thankfully, the man's vex eventually subdues as he slogs his way back in the building, leaving the door hanging open behind him.

I feel fingertips clutching my waist and my limbs dangling off of the ground. I notice that Howard is carrying me away from the alley, in which I promptly react. I jerk and shout like a dying seal, urging him to set my little body down in an instant.

He's carrying me suitcase-style, I kid you not; with just one arm holding me up.
My body's hovering in a horizontal position in mid-air with my head face-fronting the ground; doesn't he know that it takes a lot of core muscle to stay in this position?
I can already feel the blood streaming through the veins in my neck, as the color red airbrushes my face.

I'm speechless; this kid is so dumb that his head probably got stuck when he was birthed; or perhaps one of his chromosomes forgot to deliver his brain.

I can feel my stomach throb in distress, from this brutal torture he's giving me. He still refuses to set me down, thus as a result, I just had to kick hard at his floppy ding-dong.
He immediately flinches at that and sets me FREE; dropping to the ground on his knees to protect his 'part'.

He mustn't have noticed how my face faces directly to the ground when he'd let go of his grip.
I face-plant hard on the cement; feeling the static as my face kisses the hard ground, is this what they call love?

He recoils into a ball, grunting away in agony. We both recovered after a while, though note that I did assault him again because to me a mere kick is just insufficient.

Howard confirms that the man earlier was indeed his ludicrous father-in-law, and the entire time, he begged for me to not notify his parents about what he'd done; stating that he's going to find a solution for the damages he had caused sometime later.

Eventually though; I did give in to his sorry-ass, as he promised to grant me any kind of wish I have for the day. I believe him. I mean how would anyone decline such a generous offer to a personal genie in a bottle?! Not me, at least.