[3] S4: continued “Derek”

I open the metal door to the Circle K gas station. The girl with the black hair and red streak looks at me suspiciously. I decide to be ballsy so I smiled and winked at her. Then I realized my hood was tightened over my face. I quickly pull it down off my head. She watches me walk to the back of the store.

I look at the ceiling trying to find cameras. The only ones I see are near the alcohol. I figure now is as good a time as any to have sticky fingers. I grab a protein bar and shove it in my hoodie pocket as quickly as I can. I lean over at the end of the isle. The girl was too busy ringing up a customer to notice, at least that’s what I thought. I decided to bolt for the door.

“Hey, you!” A voice calls. I stop at the door and am sure I’m busted. I turn around and the beautiful girl is looking at me. She nods her head and says “Come here.” I walk up to the counter hoping she’s not going to call the cops. She looks me up and down.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” She asks. I can see her looking deep into my eyes trying to figure me out. I clear my throat and try to calm down.

“I don’t think so,” I say cooly. “But I’d like to know you.” I flash my teeth and smile big for her. She giggles and turns around behind the cash register. She turns back around after a few minutes and slides me a piece of paper.

“Here’s my number. Text me sometime.” She says with a smile. I take the piece of paper and shove it in my hoodie pocket with the protein bar. The sensor above the door sings as I leave.

Once I get a few feet away from Circle K, I look around. No cops or anyone following me. I open the protein bar and eat it quickly. I was so hungry. I hadn’t ate in days. Dad doesn’t keep much food around the house. Just another great thing about him. As I finish the protein bar I remember the piece of paper she gave me. I open it up. It says “Samantha 309-838-5555” with a little heart next to her name.

Being one of the poor kids, I don’t usually pull many girls. I was surprised that this one willingly gave me her number. I’d never seen her before. She must got to a different school.

I keep walking. My feet start to ache when I realize how far I’ve walked. I’m in the next town over. Normal. You can’t find many “normal” people here…


[2] Short Story Series Saturday: Continued! “Derek”

I reach a gas station, just south of town. I see a beautiful girl working at the counter. She’s about my age. She has long, flowing black hair with a red streak down the right side. As she’s checking out the person at the cash register, she stops and notices me. As much as I don’t want to, I find myself walking towards the gas station.

It’s a Circle K gas station. A big red and blue K is above the gas price which currently shows $2.65 for unleaded. That information would be useful to me if I had a car. Instead, I rely on these two legs to get me where I need to go. There’s a reason I don’t have a car.

You see, I got put on house arrest because I totaled my dad’s car. It was an accident. Well, more of an accident waiting to happen. I was at this party…

My friend Kyle lives on the east side, the rich side, of town. He lives in a bi-level house with lots of windows. Inside there are lots of people holding red cups in their hands, dancing and talking. I was sitting under the table in the kitchen slamming down some beers.

“You good down there, bro?” Kyle laughed. He was an athletic kid; on the football team. He could have any girl he wanted, and he did. He was a spoiled brat, but he let me get in on the money he made off selling his Xanax. His parents were divorced so he used the “I have anxiety” card and his doctor believed him. Put him on Xanax, just like that.

Everything was spinning. I looked at my phone. 1:46AM. I laid there on the floor struggling to remember what day it is. I look at my phone again in my drunken stupor. Wednesday.

“Shit, dude! It’s a school night! I gotta go!” I raised up from the floor and slammed my head on the table. I knew deep down my dad wouldn’t notice I was gone. He really didn’t care how late I was out, even if it was a school night. I just knew I had to get home. Unfortunately, I had driven my dad’s 2015 blacked-out Jeep to the party. I felt comfortable enough to drive home. I did just that.

On the way home I noticed a white car following me. I didn’t know it, but I was swerving all over the road. Soon enough I saw the red and blue lights behind me. I put my foot on the accelerator and tried to get away. While I was looking out my rearview mirror trying to get away, I struck a light pole. That’s when shit hit the fan. I passed out cold as soon as I wrecked the Jeep.

I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. My dad nowhere to be found. My phone, M.I.A. No visitors. Just nurses pacing the hall floor and me in my room, all alone. I look over from the hospital bed and notice an IV in my arm. I lay there with my face scrunched in confusion, trying to figure out what happened.

An older nurse comes in and starts to make notes on my chart at the end of the bed. I watch her carefully.

“Excuse me,” I ask. She looks up from my chart. “Why am I here?” She smiled and showed her perfectly aligned, white teeth.

“Baby, you got in an accident. You were rushed here in an ambulance. They didn’t think you were gonna make it,” She looked at me in all seriousness. “Have you looked at yourself?” She asked. I wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean. She helped me to the bathroom so I could assess the damage.

My face was pretty banged up. I had about 5 stitches in my forehead. A lot of bruising. I was missing some of my teeth. I still wasn’t sure what happened. All I did know, is that I wished I could’ve died in this accident so I could be with my mom again.

As soon as the nurse got me back into bed, my dad comes storming into the room. He throws my cell phone at me and it hits my sternum in my chest.

“Good job, asshole.” was all he said and he walked right back out. I had a feeling this was the beginning of a great conversation that would come up later.

[1] The start of Short Story Saturday series

So as you may know I’m a writer. I love to write. I love to share my creativity with the world. Last night I laid in bed and couldn’t sleep because I had this idea for this short story series. It’s going to be a series of short stories, but they may or may not be connected. Sometimes I may want to continue a story. Sometimes I may want to start a new one. This will be posted every Saturday. Hopefully I can keep up the creativity each week. Starting… NOW!

I can hear the splash of my feet hitting water puddles in potholes of the road. I’m running as fast as I can. My legs are starting to hurt. I’ve been running for a while now. I hear sirens. I look back and I see red and blue lights through the fog.

Yeah, I’m in a lot of trouble. I cut off my ankle bracelet and now the cops are following me. Why did I cut it off? I wanted to be free! Well, that and I wanted to run away and start a new life. Let me take you back to my life at home.

I live in a small two bedroom ranch with my dad. We don’t get along very well.

“DEREK!” He yells. I roll my eyes and put my book down. I’m trying to get through the Harry Potter series. I just learned recently I have a love for reading. I walk into my doorway and stand there waiting for him to come yell at me. I predicted correctly. He stomps to my doorway and grabs me by the shirt.

“I know you’ve been stealing my cigarettes, you little prick!” He raised me up by the neck and slid me up against the wall. I shake my head “no” and struggle to breath.

“I didn’t do it, I swear!” I get out in between breaths. I’m an only child so I have no one else to blame. He knows I did it. I know I did it. I just don’t want to admit it. He lets go of my neck and drops me on the floor.

“For the last time, leave my shit alone!” He yelled and kicked me in the stomach. Yeah me and dad don’t exactly see eye to eye.

For starters, he’s a drunk. At least since my mom died. He’s a mechanic at an auto shop, but he doesn’t work much. He just sits at home and watches TV and drinks and chain smokes.

I pick myself up off the floor and slam the front door behind me. I start to walk down our narrow street and towards the park. I pull my pack of cigarettes out of my front pocket and light up a cigarette. I take a drag and blow out a puff of smoke. This is my life. An abusive, drunk father and lack of a mother.

My mom died about a year ago. She had cancer. I loved her so much. She was the glue that kept our family together. My dad was a different person when she was alive. He was kind and gentle. Now he takes his anger out on me. I know he misses mom, I do too, but we’ve gotta move on.

Rain hits my forehead as I look up at the sky. I look down at my freed ankle. No more house arrest for me. The rain splashed my face as I look behind me. They’re gone. I lost them. Now to run away and start a new life.

Tears well up in my eyes. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Where will I go? I’m only 17. Who’s going to hire me? How am I going to live? Hopefully not homeless.

I just know I’m going to get reported as wanted. People are going to be looking for me. Ive gotta change my image.

I put my hood up and tighten the drawstrings. I have no money so I can’t buy scissors. I can’t even buy a razor. I let out a heavy sigh and keep walking towards nowhere.