The Truth Is.

Chapter 9

ACE

       "How does it feel, how does it feel?!" Clove howled along with his crappy speakers. His feet tapped along to the beet, sending the car into a surge whenever Bob's Dylan beats hit.

"To be without a home!" We surged down the highway. At first glance, Clove seems like a pretty chill guy; until you got him behind a wheel. He didn't crash, but fuck did he fly.

The windows of his car were rolled down, or they were broken. His glasses kept trying to fly away from his face. He'd always barely catch em' before they slipped out he window.

It was weird. Almost like seeing Two-Pick if he wasn't a dumb piece of shit.

"Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone!"

Dumps disguised as homes flew rapidly through the windows. I barely caught faces, but they were always the same, sad, angry, and hungry.

He tried twisting the knob to turn down the music, but the car disagreed. He fiddled with it for a while. Eventually I got bored, and slammed my fist onto it. The music fizzled out to a low groan.

Clove pressed his glasses. "Thanks."

We pulled into the trailer lot. Weird lookin' kids jumped around, laughing, screaming and throwing rocks. The howled, and ran as Clove blared headlights on em'. Like little bugs they disappeared behind metal fences, beady lookin' eyes stared at us.

"Be easy on er', alright?"

I knew what he was talking about, and I rolled my eyes. Since our fight, Paige and I had been tip toeing around each other all week. I'd knock on her door to talk about things, and she'd blast whatever was on her radio. I gave her that radio goddamn, and she's usin' it against me.

"Always am, you know that."

He scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, ye are."

"Tell Mrs. Dawson to get her ass out of that chair and visit us."

Clove rumbled a deep laugh and nodded. "She'll be after you once I tell er'"

"Good." We knocked knuckles, and returned to our trailers.

Mine was a knocked up green one. Green ivy had covered the walls till the point they looked pure green. Our yard was the cleanest of the bunch, holding only my tools, and typically fucked-up truck.

Not tonight, I thought sourly to myself.

Keys fumbled in my angry hands. Eventually I forced them into the lock, twisted it, and kicked the door open. Inside the trailer was dark, and empty. The Tv in the living was left on, static filling the trailer. I squeezed in past our stained fuzzy couch. Dirty dishes collected on the coffee table, and I groaned.

She didn't clean her dishes, and she left the damn Tv on. In a fit of blind rage, I stormed into her bedroom.

The door was left ajar, and the lights were out. I jerked it open, careful not to dent the wall, and flipped the light on.

"I know you're mad ya didn't get to go to the party tonight, but did you hav-"

Her bed was empty, and the fucking window was left open a crack. Not even the chilly night breeze could simmer my boiling rage. I slammed the fucking door and stormed into the living room. I fumbled with the remote, until i got fed up and unplugged the TV.