-Jake-
I woke up to the phone ringing
"Who the fuck is calling this early on a Saturday?"
I looked at the clock on the stove
6:00 A.M.
"Hello?"
"Is this Mrs. Thomson?"
"No, Mr. Thompson, her son"
"Well I have news of Steve Thomson, it's good and bad"
"What about him?"
"He has been announced clinically dead, I'm sorry"
"So where's the bad news?" I asked. He was the abusive piece of shit that ruined my life. No feelings for him, except for hate.
"The good news is, the disease didn't... Wait a minute"
The line went flat after that. I was a little concerned but maybe a emergency came about.
I sat down on the couch.
I turned on the TV. It usually was on some dumbass show Steve watched or the news.
The news reporter looked sweaty and a little confused.
"The riots in Rio de Janeiro seem to be unmotivated, no terrorist groups putting forth their claim, but scientist and surgeons have reported them having a recently discovered disease, these allegations have gone untested, for lethal action has been required in putting down the rioters, mostly after they violently attack the officers, biting, scratching or beating them until the point of unconsciousness or even death"
"Fuckin crazy people" I said turning it off
I got up and made me a drink. The first drink of the morning was the best, refreshing you and giving you a taste instead of morning breath.
I left my phone sitting on the small table. I cleaned up a but in there. Moving furniture and sweeping and riding it of all the trash. It looked a little nice but the hardwood floors will have to be replaced, and the tile in the kitchen has to be as well.
My phone vibrated, I thought it would be a call from coach sanders.
"Hey Jake, it's Nate, wanna come earlier than 6 this evening"
"That's fine, I'll start walking now"
"Your not walking to my house, my mother can pick you up"
"It's ok, I'll walk"
"She is already on her way, whoops"
"Fine"
"Yay :)"
I chuckled at his last text. So unserious. Happy all the time.
I put a shirt on and put on my boots.
It didn't even seem like a minute and the door was knocked on
I walked to the door and opened it
"Hey Jake" Nate said

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Now They Walk
RandomJake Thompson. 16 years old. 5"10' Mother: Ellen Thompson Father: jerry Thompson- deceased At 14 years old his father died by murder. At jerry's death Ellen turned to alcohol, drugs and sex. She met Steven, her new boyfriend. Jake turned to himsel...