The Bad Boy's Sweetheart

Chapter 2 HIM

"Fuck, I said pass me the blunt," I ordered furiously at the dark alleyway beside my house to the man

beside me. The wind was irritating my body and my hair kept going in my face. The man was still

focusing on rolling his weed.

"No, don't beat him, please!” Mom pleaded as she watched me get emotionally destroyed with each

whipping.

"Come on!" I huffed as memories tugged at the core of my mind.

He was done and gave me my favorite blunt; cocaine. I smoked it, swaying myself as I inhaled my daily

dose of this drug. All life disappeared and I was on a great high, all the way up on cloud nine.

"Get away from her." I rocked myself with my hands on the sides of my ears.

My eyes got bloodied as the high took me in a funny daze. I began to twirl around with tears dripping

down my eyes and the heartless man who silently remained doing his blunt.

It was a day of doom-like my daily days of life. I didn't deserve to live if she wasn't here with me. The

high began rushing through my head as the sirens were heard coming to our direction. The man got

out but I didn't, disloyalty were those in the blood of strangers.

“And I think to myself

What a wonderful world!"

I sang loudly as the police handcuffed me and got me inside their cramped up car, to the Michigan

police station, I watched the dreamy trees and the peaceful breezy night as the sun settled down

exotically. I saw people-lots of them as they rushed to their homes and kids played.

"Mommy, I want this one." I pointed to the toy.

"Honey, we can't afford it.” She said.

My heart had a designed wonderful wall around it. I alluded to the fantasies of all that was dark and

violent. I knew what I am already; a melancholy. A bad boy with no mother and certainly, a delinquent.

The car stopped and the police officer dragged me to the station under the starry stormy night. The

white walls made me want to throw up, my mind was still in a high.

"Rys, why do you keep coming back to me?" Officer Dalton, the one in chief, said. He was a close

friend of my father but treated me like a son more than my own dad.

"I missed seeing your face." I laughed crazily at my comeback, my husky voice coated with the smoky

scent of cocaine.

"When are you going to stop from beating yourself like that?” He frustratingly questioned with tired

eyes, I felt for him, I was too much on everybody.

"The day I die would be the last." I snorted after these words come out of my mouth. Who knew deep

words could come out when people got high.

"Stop playing around, you'll be ordered to go to Michigan school for community service and study

there." He decided as he signed papers of transferral, he was in his forties with dried blue eyes and

wrinkle filled face, he almost was an old man.

I fixed my leather jacket, "do you think you'll get rid of me that way?" I asked smugly.

"You need help so I will add a therapist." He wrote down and I wanted to claw out the papers from his

hand but it was too late when it came in contact with the mayor.

I was sent out to wait in the empty corridor of the station with my head throbbing and my nose close to

bleeding, everything reminded me of my mom, she was the opposite of me, she was calm but I was

angry, she was caring but I was merciless.

"Go home." With the words out of the executive chief, that was my cue to go but definitely not to home.

More like a house where bitches lived with dad. I was to go to school tomorrow, who would've thought

a hopeless bad boy like me would have a chance at education.

"Honey, there is no school for you." Mom softly said.

"But mom, I like playing with other kids.” I pouted.

"Don't worry, you will." She kissed my forehead.

"Get out of my head!" I screamed into the cursed midnight and the bright stars curtained the sky. A

couple passing by gave me weird looks, almost as if I was possessed. That was true, I was possessed

by a shit life and nothing to live for.

I strolled and stopped at the middle of the street, the headlights of the car neared me and I chuckled

with arms crossed, waiting for it to run over me, the driver had a heart as he stopped and didn't grant

my melancholic wish.

"Stay away from the road.” He hollered when he swerved and drove away, I sighed, rubbing my eyes

tiredly.

“What happened, baby?" The manicured nails trailed down my bare chest. I got home earlier to my

drunk dad and another prostitute that slept with him, I slept with her next and here we were, in the

small room with only my bed and a dusty rack with a small window, it was more of a jail cell.

"Go away,’ I ordered and she rolled her hazel eyes as she stood up and wore her panties and went with

her stuff. She was only eighteen yet she chose this dark pathway. She had a chance, fuck, she had it

yet she wasted it on sleeping with strangers while I didn't have that choice on how to live.

I was glad that my dad was passed out on the couch, I stood up and took out the wet sheets, changing

to grey sweats with no shirt.

Tomorrow would be the first day I step to Michigan school after a long time of skipped years when my

parents couldn't afford shit.

My eyes closed and opened to the trickling rain on the small window. The light drizzle soothed me as I

passed out.