The Bad Boy's Sweetheart novel Chapter 2

"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.

"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.