Beverly Hills Outcast

Chapter 4- On The Run

 **TWITCH**

          I panicked that’s the only explanation I have for doing what I did.

"What just happened and why I would hurdled and fucking patio and run off on the beach like a mad man".

 I say as I run down the beach I don't know what came over me, I never act like this I have a very good reputation with being a lady’s man around her, good to me bad to all the girls that I don’t call back. She started talking to me and then my stupid nerves kicked in and nothing but nonsense came out I don't think I completed one full word if I did it was definitely not in English.  Before I jumped and ran down the beach all I could think is I needed to get home and get my meds because I feel my tremors coming on and the pain radiating in my back. than it hits me I'm still running and I am nowhere near the diner any more. People are looking at me on the beach like I've lost it, I have but that’s known of there business. Really Maybe I have, maybe I've finally gone fucking nuts.

I stop in the middle of the beach I must have been booking it because my pants are covered in sand and my heart is beating like crazy. My hands are shaking horrible and the longer I stand there with the sand all over me and the look of fear I know is plastered all over my face. The longer I stand here the more pain I feel. I grab for my phone to call mickey to have him meet me half way with my pills, but my pockets are completely empty

"Fuck" I scream

The people who were looking before are defiantly looking now.

“Fuck you. No one’s ever seen a guy out for a run before"

 I say to not anyone in particular but everyone who can hear me. They look at me even more confused since I'm in all black; have pants on and definitely not the runner type unless it’s from the cops. I pride myself in the fact my body is an illusion, I am not athletic and I don’t work out. The only time I ever did was when I was in jail at that’s just because I was scrawny as hell and even though it was a juvenile jail I refused to be someone’s bitch...  I compose myself and sat down on the beach. Grab the back of my head thinking how bad this day suck I can feel the sand in the thick hair.

“How does that even happen?”

 Tears start to fill up in my eyes not from the embarrassment; I don’t give a shit what people think of me, but from my pain. There was no way I was going back to Louise to get my phone I don’t think I could make all the way to Louie’s and then back home, doubt I will ever go back there after that travesty.

Guess I just got to get home and have Mickey run up and get my phone. I get up and prepare myself for this horrible walk that's in front of me it’s not far but at this point I feel like I’m about to participate in million mile march. When I first found bout about this nerve damage I had I wasn't too worried about it until I got older and it got worse, way worse. The pain would hurt so bad at the times I couldn't leave my room mickey would make sure I'd get my meds and things I would need while I was laid out in bed. He knew how to deal with it even when they weren’t so bad. When the bad ones came it was like hell and this was a bad one coming on. He’s been there with me since the beginning of this great gift my parents gave me before dumping me off a shutdown firehouse. Mickeys been more than a friend to me he's a brother no matter what has happened. We both know we have each other’s back no matter what.

People are always surprised we are friends ya we both had shitty childhood and grew up in the bad side of Beverly Hills but besides that we are pretty different. mickeys always had a tendency to get into deep shit with cops, I'm not a choir boy I've stole crap before like food but that's because every foster home I was in had pad locks on the fridge and I was hungry, I was a growing boy I had to eat. I never got caught though. The only time I had real trouble with the cops was when Britney blamed me for beating her which still to this day makes me sad and pisses me of. I can't believe she did that to me after all we have been through. But I gave up on trying to understand that girl. Ya she creeps into my mind here and there but hate was my main feeling for her. I never want to see her face again because this time I might really be in jail for beating her ass after she took 8 months of my life for something someone else did to her. Maybe she even did it to herself to hurt me or get a rise out of me. She isn't playing with a full deck that one.

 Mickey was way different that’s why he's on probation now. At 18 he has a record that makes the hells angels look like saints. This last charade of his involved a very well thought out ATM skimming scam. From how I hear it you take a piece of thin metal that jacks with the card reader when you put in in the atm and tricks it into giving you money.  it worked twice maybe 3 times where he only got like 100 dollars total but the last time he tried it was in a mall he figured the mall had more money in their atms than the ones on street corners in the hood. What he did not think through was the mall also had tons of people in it and cameras with security guards. Ya a dark haired tattooed guy walking into a mall and pulling out a piece of metal does draw some suspicion. He didn't even have a chance to stick his piece into the machine when he was approached by 4 mall cops. Mickey wasn't deterred though he knew he was already screwed so why not take then out with him and have a really reason to go to jail since he didn't even get a chance to steal money. He looked at them and in normal mickey fashion dropped the metal stick and said

 "Let’s do this renta cops, who’s first?"

He beat the crap out of all four guards but before he could celebrate he was shot with a Taser by Hollywood's finest, no not George Clooney the cops. The booked he on attempted theft assault and resisting arrest. since he didn’t get money and the cops weren’t aware of the times he did get money out of other machines and the security guards didn't want to press charges, kind of a pride thing for them I mean there already renta cops now there renta cops that got the shit beat out of them by a teenager that’s just sad, sadder than that movie walk to remember.  they gave him probation which shocked everyone even his lawyer considering His hefty criminal record which us about as thick as a phone book now. Since he got off so easy mickey has been trying to stay on the straight and narrow that's why he freaks when his parole officer checks in for home visits. After what seems like the longest walk ever I can see my place I have sweat in places I didn't even know existed and sand has managed to makes it way into my pants. Now I got crumbs in my bed from mickey and sand in my ass this day could not get any worse. I get closer and see a white Mercedes parked in my driveway.

"What the hell" I say as I get closer

“Maybe I spoke to soon about Mikey going on the straight at narrow because the only reason a car like that would be on this side of town and in are drive way is if it was stolen”

 I finally reach the street where I can see my front door where mickeys standing and he points over to me and says.

"There he has"

I look to see who he's talking to at the front of the Mercedes there's a blonde seating on the hood of her car with my phone in her hand at least I think it’s my phone she doesn't seem the type to have a five year old flip phone held together by red duct tape. Wait. I think to myself it’s that waitress I ran from early

"Fuck me here we go again"

 I walk up to the car hoping this time I can actually make a completed sentence or at least complete a word even say my name that would be great. I spoke to soon this day can definitely get worse and it just did.

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