The Boy Who Could Fly (Fuenciado)

Nightmares

Jaimes POV

I awoke suddenly, gasping for breath. I sat up quickly in my bed, the blankets falling off me, tears streaming down my face. I looked around my relativley small room which was once painted blue, but now covered in band posters. Relieved my dream wasn't a reality. I relaxed a little and tried to get my breathing back to normal while wiping the tears from my face. I'd had a dream my mom actually went and got a foster kid (she'd been thinking about it for awhile now) and she married her boyfriend Steve, and they all lived with us and his two other kids. Then a werewolf equivalent of the zombie apocalypse happened, the foster kid turned wolf and nearly mauled me to death and no one even cared.

I quickly regained my composure, and remembered today was Sunday, and Vic was taking me out to the new starbucks opening in town today, and I had been looking forward to that all week. Vic was my best friend of several years. We played in a shitty band together with his brother Mike and our friend Tony. I hadn't seen him since friday in school, which was only two days ago, but seemed like forever. Basically, I was head over heals for the guy.

I got out of bed with newfound energy and eagerness to see the brunette, and quickly showered and got dressed. I found a hoodie and pulled on some black skinny jeans, and slipped on my converse.

When I got downstairs Jean, my mom, was already up, standing at the breakfast bar. She shot me a suspicious look as I brushed past her into the tiny but modern kitchen, with spotless marble worktops. "What has you up so early?" she snapped. " Im going out" I said, rooting in the overhead cupboards she couldnt reach for some cereal. Her big brown eyes bored into me, her face twisted into an expression of disgust. Her greasy light brown hair hung from her head and lifelesly vrushed her shoulders. "Where?" she spat,her voice laced with venom. I'd found some cheerios and poured out half a bowl and began eating them without milk. "Town" I said between mouthfuls. "I'll be back by nine" I said, trying to squeeze past her towards the front door with the bowl still in my hand. "And who said you could go?" she half-screamed. Although I was about two feet taller than her, she seemed incredibly threatning. "Everything okay, honey?"

Roy, my moms new boyfriend, poked his head out from out living room. As he stepped into the hall Iwas greeted with a view of his bare (and very hairy) chest. He was naked apart from a sickly green pair of boxer shorts. which hung from his hips loosley. his scrawny (and also very hairy) army looked too long for the rest of his body. He had an upturned nose, with his glasses perched on top, and he was wearing his expemression of eternal disapproval which he always seemed to have on when talking to me. He was perfect gor my mom really. her short, curved physique and his long lanky one just went together, along with both of them being constantly unimpressed with me.

"He wants to go out". She spat the words out, laced with poison. "Son, thats unacceptable. You have to do your homework and study for you christmas tests which, let me remind you, start in just two weeks!! We'll be expecting exemplary results. All that, not to mention your chores. You are not allowed out young man." I hated him so much. He wasn't my dad and he never would be. It wasnt fair. He treated me like I was six, and he was always pushing me around. He acted as if he owned my mom, which she seemed happy with, and he pushed me around. He was always picking on me like this, and making comments about how bad my school results were, how my band was a waste of time or how I didnt have a girlfriend (even though he didn let me out to fucking socialise. Anyways, I was gay). My eyes began stinging. I hated him so much, and I hated my mom for letting him treat me like this. Did she even care about me anymore? I wouldnt let them see me cry though. And they weren't goin to keep me here. I slammed the almost empty bowl onto a side counter. "I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING KID" I screamed at him. "AND EVEN IF I WAS, I'D STILL HATE YOU YOU CONCEITED PRICK". I was glad I managed to keep my voice from breaking. I picked up my backpack with some money and a change of clothes in it, which was conveniently hanging on the back of a chair at the breakfast bar. I slung it over my shoulder, turned, opened the sliding glass back door and ran out to our back garden. I ran down the side of our house, down the driveway and hopped over the closed front gates. I could hear Steve and my mom running down the gravel driveway after me. I could hear Steve shouting at me to come back, and something about how I didnt deserve to have a family to come back to. How I was so ungrateful and disrespectful. I didn't care about him. I didn't care about anything. I just ran. Away from Steve, away from everything. I just wanted to see Vic.