I was never so happy to stumbled back into my little shack as I was tonight. Sarah, the little angel, had fallen asleep in my arms. As gently as I could I set her down on the cot in the corner, pulling the canvas I used as a blanket over her. As cute as she was, I knew my night wasn't over. I had that itch again...like every night.
I snuk out the door as quietly as I could, heading straight down the street, to the one place I knew everyone was legit and wasn't gonna pull a blade on me once my back was turned. The local bar wasn't even a legal dive, just us kids with an old building loaded with booze. We jacked a truck or two any time we needed a restock, the brewery across town was near run outta business cause of us.
I smelled the stench of vomit and stale beer as I walked into the pub. Even through the pulsing crowd and blaring punk music wasn't enough to stop me from coming here every night for the last two years. The music was by the gang so everyone was raving to it.
"Yo! LoCo!" Rachel called out to me as I made my way to the bar. I waved and hurried up to the counter. Rachel was always cheerful when I came by, maybe because I was funny drunk, or maybe she liked me I didn't care as long as the shots kept coming.
"So whatca gonna have tonight big boy?" She cooed as her eyes followed me the whole way up to the bar.
"The usually baby" I called back, unable to hide a smile as I sat down on a bar stool and started looking for my smokes. A pack slide down the counter, passed down from someone along the line. We were all LoCo here so if you had you shared. It made life so much easier. Rachel watched me even as she went to find so of the old Russian vodka they kept hidden from the general partyers. I picked up the pack, and drew out a cig before sliding it back down the bar, not bothering to look who grabbed it. I just flicked a quarter down after it, a small token for the cig. Just as I reached down for my zippo Rachel leaned over the bar, flicking her lighter to life for me.
"Here ya go mister LoCo" She said, her soft voice barely heard above the music. I inhaled sharply eagar to finish my cig so I could start with my nightly shots. She just leaned over the bar, her elbows proped up on the bar, holding her head in her hands. I always knew there was something about me she liked but she was making it too obvious tonight.
"You know Rachel, there's something I've been meaning to tell you for a long time now" I whispered, as I leaned closer to her, turning my cig around, moving it towards her lips.
"Yeah Dan, whats that?" She said, her voice little more than a whisper as she tried to play cool.
"You still owe me thirty bucks from that bet we had last week" I cooed, grinning, unable to resist the kick I got from playing with her. She just grunted and slammed the vodka down on the bar in front of me as she stormed away. I quickly finished me cig and started to pour myself a shot just a car came screeching to a halt outside. I instantly knew it was Jakey and quickly pulled the whole bottle to my mouth, and started to chug as much as I could before he found me. I got a quarter of the bottle down before he came up behind me and swiped the bottle out of my hands, taking a long draw himself.
"I...am going...to kick...your ass" I growled "unless that bottle in back in my hands...in the next...5 seconds.......4........3........2....." Just before I got to one the bottle slammed back down, already well below the label and Jakey just leaned against the bar sighing, looking as smug as ever. Now usually I didn't mind Jakey, but tonight I had had enough of him. "So Jakey boy" I mumbled
"Yeah old buddy..." He said turning his face just enough for my fist to crack him square in the jaw,the last part of his sentence coming out as a groan as he slumped onto the bar.
"Stop taking my vodka bitch" I mumbled, knowing everyone had stopped once Jakey came in. I looked back out at the crowd, enjoying myself for the show I just put on. I climbed slowly up onto the bar and pointed to the band on the stage "Who the hell said to stop playing?" I called out "I was really enjoying the song!" Hopping down onto the floor, the crowd still silent and watching me.
"LoCo power!" someone called from in the crowd, and like that the entire bar let up a mix between a drunken groan and a war cry.
This was my home. I knew where I belonged.
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The next thing I knew I was waking up, with my shirt torn and an empty bottle in my hand. I looked around, slowly coming to realize I was in someone's bed. I groaned, and stretched knowing I had to split like now. I still had my pants on which was a good sign but considered the night before I still decided I needed a way out and quick. I stumbled to the door, my hangover making walking difficult but not impossible. I swung open the door just in time to see the girl from earlier this week on the other side. I could help but stare at her, wondering why she was her. She simply smiled at me and said "Don't come over in the middle of the night if your drunk" She smile was from ear to ear as she told me "because you cant climb when your drunk, hehe I had to help you through my window"
I smiled back at her "But why is my shirt torn?" I mumbled
she started to blush as she told me "you said your stomach hurt and that you needed me...to. help...I....I was so worried that I kinda.....well I...tore it open....."
I couldn't help but laugh when she told me this, but it was cut short with the pounding in my skull. I groaned and leaned against the door frame, trying not to fall over in front of her.
"What's so funny?" she laughed, watching as I clung to the door frame.
"You" I smirked as I went to move past her, eager to get out before making an ass of myself.
"Sooo your leaving now?" She whispered, following me down the stairs quietly
"Yeah...." I couldn't bear to look at her, knowing I'd only stay if I did. "I'll stay if you ask though"
"Its your choice" She whispered again, as she hurried in front of me to open the front door. It wasn't what she said but I knew she didn't actually want me to stay with her. No one ever wanted me around for long.
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Forbidden Love
Teen FictionHe was born in the dirtyest slum on earth. His parents leaving him there to try and stake out their claim. He could barely remember them, and he quickly forgot them. He stayed in the slums though. Allowing the criminals and theives to become his fam...
