Harboring A Fugitive

Chapter Three

Impatient

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I walked slower than usual, for I haven't been outside in about a month. Nature has always interested me.

I cursed when I saw my house coming into view... It was actually starting to be a good evening.

"Well, fuck." I decided to get it over with and ran towards the small trailer I call my home.

As the image of my 'prison' grew larger. Well, I shouldn't call it my prison... Dad couldn't give a rat's ass if I left the house.

'He could care less if you got hit by a MAC truck, even.' My conscience told me.

"Psh." I mentally laughed at myself; my conscience wasn't talking, He was.

"Even God knows... Damn, Mom you really are watching." I stopped in front of the house and gazed up at the clouds.

There goes that weird ass lady... Jogging by like a norm.

"Are you stalking me?" I called to her. She looked back at me and turned pale as she sprinted to wherever she needed to be.

I was rolling on the floor laughing in my head, but not in real life.

I'd rather not roll on a cactus.

I looked down at the cactus...

Flashback

"Come here, Keith, I need your help." Mom called from the garden.

I caught the football Dad and I were throwing around and ran to her.

"Wassup?" I asked.

"Can you get me the fertilizer, hun?" She pointed to the shed.

I obeyed and fetched the fertilizer. When I came back Mom was shaking her hand and wincing.

"I got it! Hey, are you okay?" I dropped to my knees next to her, bringing the bag of fertilizer with me.

"Yeah, I just slashed my finger on the stupid cactus."

So like her to call plants names...

I ran inside and grabbed rubbing alcohol, a cotton ball, neosporin, and a band-aid.

I ran back outside and held her hand with my small one.

I poured a tiny amount of rubbing alcohol on the cotton ball and fanned the wound. Then, I smeared neosporin on it and wrapped a the band-aid over it.

To top it all off, I kissed her boo boo.

She smiled at me and I returned it.

After that, I did all of the gardening-

"What the fuck is wrong with you, get inside, you stupid disgrace!" Father kindly said.

Okay, now that was some top notch sarcasm right there.

I glared at him for interrupting my peaceful memory.

'I was such a nice kid...'

If I said that out loud, he'd probably slap me.

After all, he always does that when I say things about when Mom was alive.

I found myself too caught up in my head to notice myself lying in bed already.

"Hitler!" I called.

"Mrow." A deep meow was heard from under my bed.

"Come here, baby." I said in the sweetest tone possible.

My cat stretched his back and jumped onto the bed without hesitation.

I kicked my shoes off and cuddled with Hitler.

'I sound like a mental ward patient... cuddling with Hitler...' I thought.

His purrs were enough to send me to the usual... Nightmare Land.

My dreams consisted of all of the bad things that happened to me from start to end, and for that to happen I was probably asleep for a whole week.

Of course, most of them were from my father... He's beaten me, called me names, kicked me out of the house, blamed, and sexually harrassed me.

But I still find it in my heart to take care of the bastard.

I have been so nice to him all of my life; obeyed him, cleaned up after him, cooked him food, I even payed the bills!

And all he has been since she died was a little shit stuck to the bottom of my shoe.

I am starting to get a little impatient with cleaning it off...

(Sorry for the late update... It was my boyfriend's birthday, and then it was our anniversary. A lot of things happened, basically. This was also just a filler chapter, just to be the ending of the day from Chapter One. I promise the next chapter will be insteresting!)