Against society [AMBW]

Chapter Forty One

W13-Tuesday

"Where are you going?"

"He's waiting for me outside." I say picking up my phone and coat.

"At this time?" Her eyes widen, obviously confused with my thought process.

"It's new years eve. We're celebrating together." I wrap my coat around my body, zipping it up to my chin. Everyone knows the weather here is awful, so catching a cold would be even harder to recover from than catch.

"Faviola, you're staying home with the family, where you're safe and warm. I don't understand what nonsense this is."

"Ma, have we ever celebrated new years as a family?"

"It doesn't matter if we celebrate or not, at the end of the day, you're safer here!"

"This could be the last opportunity." The sadness in my tone pours out as a way of guilt tripping her.

She remains silent, shooting daggers from her cold dark eyes. She neither gives me the 'go' or tells me no, so I take it as a decision I'm supposed to make. After all, it's better to learn from your own mistakes than be walked through every step of your life.

"Thank you, ma." I kiss her cheek, giving her a side hug. I haven't shown any affection towards her for weeks and despite the awkwardness, it feels oddly comforting.

I fasten the coat belt tighter around my waist, shielding myself from the icy cold. He must be freezing, having wait for me.

I turn to the door, lock myself out, slip the keys in my front pocket and proceed to the gate.

"Toffee, you here?" I whisper, slowly creeping out the gate, careful not to make a squeak. Although the eleventh hour darkness hides almost everything, I'm still able to make out his dark glowing eyes and cheeky bright smile.

A quick gasp leaves my mouth, as I feel myself rise. So I do what I have to do...

Smacking the fool several times on the back, he refuses to let me down. Idiot!

Don't get me wrong, I like being carried, but only when near a bed or on carpet, I'm not trying to fall on hard concrete.

"Let me down, dickhead." I huff.

"That's mean." His lips pout, to which I play with making the sound of water drops. It's actually so funny that he tries to be a guy people are intimidated by, but all I see is an unpaid clown.

"Suck my dick." I stick my tongue out, feeling the harsh swirl of wind hit my tongue. He starts to walk down the street, to where? I don't know and couldn't care less. I just let him take me.

"Reverse card."

"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to pipe down." I facepalm, also trying to hide my inward flare of excitement. I mean... I'm only human.

"I can feel your heartbeat." He smirks. Quickly, I place a hand over the left side of my chest, there seems to be no drastic difference, so I don't know what he's talking about.

"Not there."

When I tell you I gasped. My days, that's an understatement. He thinks he's slick with the evil, sly smirk planted across his face.

Through my joggers though?... that's when I know he's lying.

"Keep walking."

Every time we approach a streetlight, he diverts our direction to the side of the pavement. Because if you didn't happen to know, our neighbours are very nosey and anything not concerning them becomes their business. They are so overly concerned on other children, they forget theirs are drunk, high or at a clinic.