Book 1: Nowhere boys and their Nowhere girl

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Roland and Home?

*Several months earlier*

Jake’s P.O.V

I slowly counted as I finished my sit ups. They were part of my morning warm up before a footy match. Once I had finished them, I moved onto hand weights. These were harder than the sit up and wore me out quicker. I huffed and puffed while I was doing them.

I was finished with them quicker than the sit ups. I walked out of my small room, all it consisted of was a double bed, a built in wardrobe and a bed side table. I had all my footy gear sitting on my bed waiting for when my dad Gary showed up to take me to my footy game. That’s if he shows up…

I went into the kitchen/Dining room, over to the ironing board, and ironing my mum Sarah, a new cover. She works two jobs, and only just covers the rent. Dad doesn’t bother to do anything with his life. He’s like the world biggest loser, and not as in fat… as in loser.

I walked back into the more kitchen part of the room and started to make mum some breakfast, her favourite, bacon, lettuce and tomato. Or a BLT if you want to be smart… it’s the least I can do for her in the mornings. I’m not normally nice to people, just my mum. She works so hard for me. And there is barely anything I can do for her in return. So this is what I do.

I sat the BLT on a plate nicely, and walked into the lounge where mum was asleep on the couch. She looked so beat, sometime I just never want her to wake up, so she can have a nice long break and not have to worry so much. Or at least for her to give up one of her shifts.

I gently nudge her on the shoulder making her come around. She turned her head and looked me for a quick second before returning to her previous position,

“Hmm, Jakie, I couldn’t keep my eyes open,” I smiled and moved the plate towards her,

“I made your favourite…” Mum turned to look at me with her eyes open, looking both tired and worried,

“… Bacon, lettuce and tomato,” he reached her hand up grabbed the plate, sitting up. As she was moving, she asked me,
“Won’t you be late?” I knew she was talking about my game, I normally walk but…

“No, Dad called. He’s going to drive me to the game,” Mum looked at me with narrowed eyes messing about, I smiled,

“Really,” Mum finished sitting up and looked at me. While she was looking at me, I pointed behind me to show her the uniform I ironed,

“I ironed a fresh uniform for you,” Mum put her plate down on the bench in front of us, coming over to me. She grabbed my head and gave me a kiss on the temple,

“Mm, you are my rock,” smiling as she pulled away. There was something I had to tell her,

“Can’t you just give up one of those shifts? I mean you look so wreaked,” she sighed,

“Oh Jakie. I just want to get us out of this house… get us into a proper place you know? Something big…” She was eating her food as she talked,

“… Get us a car to hoon around in, hmm? Hey?” I smiled as she rubbed my back and pulled me into a hug, sighing,

“I am so lucky to have you,” I smiled a bit more, hugging her back,
“We’re both lucky Mum,” I stated. We only got to have a quick hug as someone knocked on the front door. Mum and I separated and I got up to go and answer the door.

When I got there, I saw a huffing and puffing Dad standing on the other side of the wire door, knocking again. I went across after getting my footy bag off my bed. I went over to the door opening it, moving past Dad to get to the car. But he stopped me,