𝒪𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉

Chapter II

B R A D L E Y' S 
P.O.V

"NOAH PLEASE DON'T DO THIS AGAIN" what the..was the first thing that crossed my mind when I opened my eyes on the 15th of September. I wouldn't know what day it was. The only reason I knew the date was because I saw it on a mans newspaper yesterday that it was the 14th of September. I heard banging and smashing in the room next to mine. I sleep next to the living room. We don't have an upstairs, so I'm very close to my parents' room.. you could say too close. "NO LEAH ITS ENOUGH I HAVE TROUBLES WITHOUT THAT KID, I CANT BELIEVE I EVER WANTED KIDS. WHY DIDNT YOU JUST GET YOUR F-CKING TUBES TIED AYE!?"

It was death like silence in the small apartment my parents owned in the concrete jungle of New York City. I heard my poor mother mutter some words and then all I heard were her cries. My bedroom door slammed open. My father entered my room, if you ask me my father is a dick that should treat my mother better. My mother and my father have great lives together usually, but after my little brother Derek, was taking by child protective services the stress and depression of my dad got too much. My father was barely coping when they only had me, which was when my mom was 16 and my dad was 19, and then they got pregnant again 12 years later (again by accident) it got worse. They had always hardly had money, from the time my mothers mother kicked my father out and my mom refused to leave him until now. NYC is crazy expensive to live. My father got involved with a bad crowd when he was younger which is something with more negative side effects than positive, but it has gained him 3 very loyal companions. One of them own the building we live in and cut us a deal on the rent. "IT IS ALL. YOUR. FAULT" he spat in my face. "What the hell do you mean?" and before I knew it I was grabbed by the collar of my dark grey shirt and smacked in the face with a thick leather notebook. 'Oohhh that's why he is throwing a hissy fit' I may have stolen a leather notebook from a story downtown yesterday. My life is doomed anyway so maybe jail was my best option. "YOU STOLE THIS DIDN'T YA?" I was still a little shocked that he sound it... "yes" i said quietly looking down at at me feet covered by ripped socks. My father abruptly let go of my collar and I stumbled back. When I looked back up at his eyes they were watery. 'I swear this man has issues..'. "Why ,JUST WHY, did my life have to turn out this way?" I dont really get angry quickly, I do get annoyed easily though. But at this point, I was livid. 'Why is it that he only feels sorry for himself when he just told
His woman to get her tubes tied?? The moron is nothing but lucky she hasn't left us yet'

I walked straight past him into the living room. I don't feel pity for him, nor do I want anyone's pity. I was just going to have to suck it up and deal with it. When I walked into the living room I saw my mother on our small couch. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, it didn't look very pretty, eyes bloodshot and face puffy. But my mother was the only woman in my life, and in my opinion my father should show her more love. If I would ever be blessed with a woman like her I would make her feel loved, cherished. Yeah we will fight but that just comes with it I guess. I just want a best friend for life that also loves me in a different way. And I could be considered a little bit of a rebel but... I don't know I just want someone to share a life with.

I went over to my mother and placed my right hand on her left shoulder before sitting down next to her. "I'm sorry mom" I said with a straight face. She looked at me with her like howling eyes. They looked like they were begging, begging to get the man back she once knew. "I'm sorry mom but I gotta go" she nodded while looking at the floor. I got up and walked to the door. "I really am sorry" I said once more, she gave me a small smile and I walked out the door.

I was running through the alleyways before finding my way to the big busy streets of downtown NYC. I absolutely love it hear. not that I have been anywhere else before. but somehow the huge sky scraping buildings fascinated me. I started walking instead of running. My phisique was one of the few things I am proud of and my hair. i got my hair from my mom, thick wavy/curly brown hair and a decently toned body but i had that from me dad. I was still pretty upset about what happend at home so i bumped into quite some people on my way to the bus, lost in though. I started thinking about my family, what a complety faillure my family is, it really is isn't ? I wanna be strong enough to protect my mom and i wanna meet my brother. I don't even remember him, I only know i saw him like once. I bumped into someone again, "hey watch where you are going! you have eyes don't you? use them!" a buisness man said to my bitterly. "yeah, yeah, sorry man"i mumbled. I have given up trying to give a sincere apology to the people of NYC they never appreciate it anyway. I zoned right back into my own thoughts, how come so many people are succesful in this world and my parent did'nt manage that? It's not that i wanna kill myself, I just think it would be easier if i was never born in the first place. My thoughts were getting to me and I was on the verge of crying, I felt them stinging my eyes.

i saw i was at the bus stop. i quickly sat down on the right side of the bench. I was still stuck in all of my depressing thoughts. i looked up trying to get rid of my almost falling tears, I DONT WANNA CRY. it makes me feel like a slave to my missery. on my way to bring my head back down to my hands, i looked to my left and saw a very pretty girl walking towards the busstop. She had gorgeous blond hair I could tell it was dyed. blue eyes, not some exceptional shade of blue but it suited her well, plump small lips .Overal a good looking girl around my age I'm guessing. She looked very well put together, wealthy lifestyle, spoiled, taken by some nothing close to mature boyfriend. I quickly looked down noticing I couldn't keep my tears from falling. i absolutely hated crying, if someone else is crying thats absolutely okay, but i dont wanna cry I already feel powerless.

I had one more tear slip out of my eye before I noticed a person sitting next to me, expecting it to be the guy in his mid-forties that smoked too much, i didn't bother to turn to my left and look .

" uh u uhmm.. h-h-hi?"