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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 8, 2006 11:43:32 GMT
'I know' I mumble. It's hard to realize that when you're this young you're so dependant on everything. Money, a home, clothes, food. You can't get that all by yourself , we need grown ups for that I wish I was grown up already. I'd work in a tavern, find myself a good man and start a loving family with him. I'd never treat my children like cr@p. They'd be the happiest children alive..
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Post by Jacky on Jun 8, 2006 11:51:58 GMT
"Are you full?" I ask her, when we finished even the last crumbles that had fallen. I am. My stomach feels full and that makes me feel one hell of a lot better than before.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 8, 2006 11:53:42 GMT
I giggle "it's like I ate a whole horse' I answer and nod 'I hope I can still run fast with this belly' I joke.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 8, 2006 12:01:21 GMT
I chuckle, "I hope we don't have to run fast, cos I'd have to roll you down the hill."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 8, 2006 12:07:17 GMT
I giggle "I'd like to see that"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 8, 2006 12:20:02 GMT
I grin, "We'll do it later" I promise her. I move over so I'm sitting in the light of the candle too, and I pull up my knees. "When are you going home?" I ask, because I wonder whether her mom would be angry at her if she was home late.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 8, 2006 12:26:17 GMT
"When she's out in town, she usually does that on friday nights and she'll come home with guys... Normally she leaves around eight so I think It's safe to go back then" I answer to his question 'why ? How about you ?"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 8, 2006 12:27:43 GMT
I shrug, "I don't wanna go home yet." I admit. My father's probably there not. Probably waiting for me. And I plan not to go home before he's in his drunken slumber.. but god knows how long that might take. Sometimes he's home at one, sometimes not before sunrise.. I guess I'll have to stay on the streets tonight no matter what.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 8, 2006 12:39:11 GMT
I look at Jack and realize in what kind of a hell he'll probably come into when he goes home. And suddenly an idea strikes me. Sure, it's not a bright idea when you think of what my mother would do to me when she'd find out , but .. perhaps she doesn't have to find out ? "How bout you stay at my place untill you can go home?" I offer Jack
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Post by Jacky on Jun 8, 2006 12:44:27 GMT
I look at her, feeling like one hundred dollars as she's offering me that.. cos that's really nice of her. I smile and shrug my shoulders doubtfully "Would your mother be alright with that though?" I point out, cos I can understand why she wouldn't.
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