Tomorrow Never Came {Slow Updates}

Where it started

*6 years earlier*

"I can't stay here anymore Queenie." Jimmy's frantic voice sounded through the phone.

I stood in the hallway of my childhood home-a happy home. My scuffed up black converse becoming interesting as I could feel my mother's eyes peeking at me out the kitchen doors. I didn't have the upbringing my Jimmy had, but we still connected on a level I never thought I would find with anyone. My 17 year old heart was all his, and I would go anywhere with him.

"What are you saying Jimmy?" My voice above a whisper, and filled with worry. "What's happened baby?"

"N-Nothing." He stuttered. "Look, I have to go away for awhile."

"What? No!" I raised my voice.

"Tess, baby-" He sighed, and I knew he was tugging at his hair just by the sound of his voice.

"Jimmy-" I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I leaned my forehead against the cool wall. "You promised me, forever."

"Forever." He whispered.

The phone got silent for awhile, us both just listening to the others breathing. I felt as if Jimmy was the air that I needed to breath, and the thought of him leaving me for any amount of time would surely suffocate me. For the past year I had done nothing but support him and be by his side in every good or bad decision made. Whether it made my life better or worse, it didn't matter because I loved him. He was known throughout California as the Jesus of Suburbia, the teenage prodigy  of one of the most notorious drug lords on the West Coast. He had money at his disposal, guns all around him, drugs galore and could live like any celebrity you could think of. But he chose to live with his birth mother for the past year in her two bedroom shitty house in the slums with all of our punk rock friends. His "father" gave him that freedom because he thought he needed to be a wild teenager for awhile, but that didn't stop his job from having to be done.

When I met the blue eyed, black haired Jimmy Armstrong at a local punk show over a year ago I was standoffish. The guys around him where no good, and the buzz around his name was enough to make me and my friends step back. But he took a liking to me, the girl everyone in our group called Whatsername, and he proceeded to make sure when I was around he was near. I got to know him after getting into an altercation with his then right hand man known as either Young Gunner or Kels, because he thought it would be funny to throw a whole can of black paint on my little brother Jonsey. After giving him a black eye and receiving a busted lip from Kels, Jimmy being my savior, I was always by his side. Even when he casted Young Gunner out. After awhile I was known as Queenie, because I was his girl and I was helping him with the business his father sent his way. So I was confused as to what had happened for him to want to run away and leave.

"I'm 18 now." He spoke. "You'll be 18 soon, they can't do anything to you. Come with me baby."

"Where?" I asked, looking toward the kitchen to see my mother's brown eyes studying me sadly.

"I don't know Tessa, anywhere but here. I have to go baby." He spoke frantically again.

"O-okay." I nodded even though he couldn't see it. "Where can I meet you?"

"I got a car from the chop shop. My shit is already in it. Meet me at the 7/11 in 20 minutes. I love you."

"I love you."

I hung up the phone and looked toward my mother, seeing in her eyes that she already knew that I was going to be making a choice she wouldn't be able to accept. I turned and walked to the steps, making my way up them two at a time. The 7/11 was about 3 blocks from my house and I had to pack still. I busted through my bedroom door, closing it behind me and I instantly grabbed my gym bag and began tossing clothes and things I would need inside. My mind was as jumbled as my ragid breathing but all I knew was I wanted to be with Jimmy and I would follow him to the ends of the earth if I had to. Walking over to the window, taking one last look around the room I would be leaving behind, I knew one day I would look back at this moment and want to tell myself to just stay. But right now- knowing my parents would never get over my leaving, not knowing what lied ahead, and not knowing were I would end up- none of it mattered.

Climbing down the side of the house, and sprinting toward the 7/11- I felt free. When Jimmy came into my view, and the smile that broke out over his beautiful face, I knew in that moment everything was worth it. He needed me, and I would do my best to try and be everything he needed. After climbing into the car, him speeding off down the road as the streets of the home that was all I had ever known zoomed past me, I didn't know then that you couldn't save the damned no matter how much you put into it. I was so young, so innocent-but that all would change. I was in a world I would never get out of, and the fight would be endless.