This is so sad, I didn't know what to do. Well, I was walking home from a party, my idiotic friends got themselves drunk and drove off without me. I was supposed to get them all home safely, but of course, that's one thing crossed off my list. So i'm walking home right, I did have a couple af drinks so I wasn't completely myself but I could have driven. Unfortunatly I remember what happened. I was wearing a cute black leather mini skirt and and tight navy blue tube-top. It was dark outside and all I could see was the moon and stars. You see, I live off the outskirts of the city so there weren't very many street lights around. Well, I heard a noise in the bush right next to me. Luckily, me being drunk and all, I looked to see what was there. My face went soft as I saw a little boy there, he looked roughly around the age of 12 or 13. I sat down next to him and asked him what was wrong. He told me that he and his mom were walking around here and his dad just came up in their truck. Now, he also told me that they had been in a big fight and his dad looked really mad. The little boy said that his mom told him to run and hide and that she would come back for him. He did as she told him to and ran and hid behind a bush. He saw his dad get out of the truck and grab his mom by the wrist. He saw his dad slap his mom's face and let her fall to the ground. He also saw his dad step all over her. He had seen spikes on the bottem of his father's boots. The little boy said he wanted to go and cry out to his dad to stop, he said he wanted to punch his dad, but he didn't because his mother told him to stay put. At this point the kid was balling it all out. I told him to please tell me the rest so he did. He told me he saw his dad pick up his mom and throw her into the truck. I was sad hearing this story, still drunk, by sad. I told him that his mom would be okay and that if he wanted me to I could take care of him. He nodded softly and out of nowhere wrpped his arms around me and gave me a big hug. I put my arms around him in a comforting motherly type of way and started to rock back and forth calming him down. He looked up at me and smiled a snotty tear covered smile. I grabbed his hand and helped him up. We started to walk to my house. I didn't bother asking his name. We finally got to my house and I was starting to get over my drunken state. Oddly the boy was starting to look loder than what I thought h was. Well turns out he wasn't really a kid after all, he was about 20 years old, yeah, not that much older than me. Well, of course since I was drunk I missed the little detail that he was taller than me and sounded way older. Apparently he smelled the alcohol in my breath and made the whole story up. I'll write the rest later.....I heard broken glass, need to go check....bye....
Life Is A Dream · Sat Sep 16, 2006 @ 05:59pm · 0 Comments |