Love and Tears

[Love and Tears] part 11.

I sprinted home as it was 5 to 4. Even though my Uncle was in the hospital still, it still didn't feel right to not be home by 4. My Uncle should be home any day soon and I was eager to stick to the habit. I ran home avoiding the cracks and bits of chewing gum stuck to the ground with Rebecca's cruel words fresh in my mind. Why was she threatning me? As far as she was concerned, I'd stayed away from Jay, unless she knew. Oh my goodness! It all made sense now!

As I continued to run, Id thought it all through. Rebecca must of realized I was with Jay and heard us talking. She wanted to see what we were talking about so she could hold it against me. From that time in the toilet, she said stay away from Jay or else... I guess that was the ' or else.'

I reached the home, panting. The receptionist greeted me warmy and said she had a message for me.

"Oh yeah, June said she needs you and it's an emergency." I smiled and thanked her for her message. I thanked her once more before going to my dorm to get changed. On the door, there was a note. I narrowed my eyes, what was that doing there?

I pulled it off vicously, tired of suprises. I read the lines carefully, placing every word into my head. I hoped it wasn't bad. It read, "Get to the hospital as soon as you see this. It's terry. His health is deteriorating!"

I layed on the floor in front of the door. I just wanted to swallow a load of his pills and die a slow and painful death. As far as I was concerned, my life was painful enough. Why did bad things always happen to me? It's like I was a pain magnet. I was always the target and I wanted to know why. The only thing keeping me from running away and leaving this life was I'd have nowhere to and my uncle and maybe...Jay? No! Just because I'd have nowhere to go and my Uncle.

I grumbled and didn't even bother to go change. I slid the key into the doorhole and turned the knob. I then chucked my bag into the hallway and closed the door. I walked briskly as I placed my key back into y pocket and checked for my buspass. What could go wrong now?

As I left the home, the receptionist asked me what was going on. I dismissed her rudely and told her I'd reveal all later. She nodded her and narrowed her eyes slightly but quickly put on a smile as she noticed me looking at her. When I opened the door, I expected the sun to hit my face but it didn't. Oh no, winter was on it's way, that's just what I needed! Not.

I saw the bus coming and ran for it. I caught it just in time and as I tapped my buspass on, I gasped for air while thanking the bus driver for waiting. He tilted his head slightly, staring into the mirror. I screwed my face up at his impolitness and walked onto the bus. I travelled up the stairs and took a free double-seat. I stared out the window and day-dreamed.

I loved day-dreaming. It took me out of my life, which was exactly what I needed at that time. I frowned to myself as I was snapped out of it by a person sitting next to me. It was a big man and I was squashed against the window. I tried to give him a rude look, but I don't think he even noticed me by the time I sat down. I tapped on the window after yelling failed to try and get his attention. He turned to my direction and his face expression changed as he saw me. I instantly got up and wouldn't stop apologizing.

"I'm so sorry!" He yelled, offering me his hand. I took it and assured him it alright. It was my stop anyway so I pressed the bell.

"Thanks." He said. What? Thanks for what? That's exactly what I asked. "For pressing the bell for me."

I was confused. "Not to be rude, Mr...?"

"Brady" He replied. That was weird. Brady was Rebecca's second name. It was probably a conisidence so I ignored it.

"Mr. Brady," I said. "But I pressed the bell for me."

His face dropped. "Oh. How embarrasing." Why was this strange man talking to me?