What are you going to do about it?

“Um.. Mr. Perry?” Questioned a voice from behind me.

“Mike, go home. You’re dismissed.” I groaned, if Jaime walks in again, then there’s no way im getting a ride home.

“I got detention and was told to report to you.” He stated, a confused look etched on his features.

“I don’t care, go home.” I sighed, agitated.

Mike shrugged and began to pack up some of his things. When he flung his backpack over his shoulder, a small square of white paper flew out one of his pockets. I bent down to get it for him.

“Mike, You dropped some-“ I stopped myself mid-sentence, truly shocked at what the contents were. 7 Simple words.

‘You’re A Worthless Faggot, You Deserve To Die’ was scrawled across the page in black ink.

“Mike, who gave this to you.”

Mike muttered something I didn’t catch and ripped the paper from my hands, before booking it out of the classroom. Well shit.. I’ll ask him about it tomorrow.

I Shook my head and picked up my bag from the floor, where it had been knocked, and slung it over my left shoulder, making my way to the front of the school. And just as I had expected, Jaime’s car was already gone, and oh, just to make matters so much fucking better it was beginning to rain. Just fucking great.

I sighed and shoved my hood up, and pulled out my back-up earphones, and began walking.

After almost an hour I arrived at the apartment block, completely soaked, and shaking uncontrollably. Fuck You, Jaime. I scanned the parking lot and immediately spotted the car.

That Cunt.

I sighed angrily and pushed the door to the building open, and slowly approaching the stairs. By the time I reached the seventh floor, where the apartment was located, I was a panting, freezing mess. Yay. Jaime is going to have his ass handed to him.

I fished my keys out of my pocket and inserted them into the keyhole, and turned it, satisfied once I heard the small click. The noises that followed were a lot less pleasant however. Lets just say Jaime was busy with company at the moment. I angrily stomped into the kitchen, continuously yanking on my hair. I could feel the despair eating me up inside already. I have to get out of here tonight. Or at least for a while.

And with that thought, I ran back out of the kitchen and through the hall, finally running out the door, leaving it wide open, running out of it without so much as a jacket on.

I felt like I was choking, like I couldn’t breath, like I was being slowly drowned and can’t swim to the top. I felt trapped, and that’s what made me run, I had no idea where to go, but I knew that if I just kept running for long enough then my demons would leave. They usually do, I just hoped it would happen a lot quicker after the day I’ve had.

I eventually found myself by the river, a spot that would normally calm me down, but I kept running, the demons weren’t gone yet, and I need them out of my head.

It was like I’d black out, and every time I’d open my eyes I was in a different place, the river, the bridge, the park, the middle of the road—SHIT!

I quickly fought for control of my mind and body and got the hell off of the road, hyperventilating. A Car pulled into the side of the road, and I had collapsed onto the sidewalk.

“Mr.Perry?” I Could barely hear it, it echoed through my ears, what is going on?

“Mr. Perry?!” The voice was stronger now, and a face appeared, so that I could match the voice.

Micheal Fuentes.


Mike’s POV

“Vic, shut up! We’re not getting ice-cream!” I yelled, craning my neck to see my brother who was lounging comfortably in the back seat of his old car, which was mine now.

“Why not?” He whined childishly. “I want ice-cream right now!” He demanded. I swear sometimes im the older brother.

I simply rolled my eyes in response and turned left, causing Vic to whine as the ice-cream parlour was to the right.

“Miiiikkkeee!” Vic whined loudly, grinning.

“What?” I yelled turning my neck to glare at him.



“MIKE!” He screamed, I immediately slammed on the breaks.

Some asshole just walked infront of the fucking car! DID HE WANT TO BE ROAD PIZZA?

The guy crawled off the road and curled up on the sidewalk.

I began to unbuckle my seatbelt when Vic hit me in the shoulder.

“You can’t let him see us!” He exclaimed, looking at me seriously

“You cannot be serious.” I muttered, searching his eyes for any sign of him lying. There was none

“Mike, c’mon, you know we can’t let him see us.” He sighed, laying back down.

I groaned and put the car into gear, and began driving.

MY BROTHER IS INSANE.

Notes

I'm sorry, even i hate this chapter, but felt like i owed you an update today, im sorry. I hate this one. Im sorry, please forgive me and this terrible atrocity.. I HATE IT.

I felt really depressed while writing this, and how i described Tony's feelings is how i felt myself.. Im sorry, i will most likely delete this chapter tomorrow and re-write it completely different. Sorry..

Im not even going to ask you to rate or comment or blah, or any of that. Sorry

I want to share this with you. A link will also be in the better, edited chapter tomorrow..
Yeah... <3

-Alisha