Bad Decisions 5-7

Friends (5)

Friends is something I don’t have a lot of, but today there was a new student. He was in my class to which is odd because we never get transfer students. When I was sitting at my table alone like I usually do, we walked up to me and asked “Makenna right”.

“Yeah” I replied.

“My name is August, I am new here” he introduced himself to me.

“Can I sit here” he asked.

“Yeah” I answered.

He was the shy type. His brown eyes showed discomfort, his voice sounded the exact opposite though. He had messy hair and a good figure, he was on the tall side, he was thin but not too thin to were it was unattractive.  

He looks like a fighter but not a fighter at the same time. Some of the guys that bullied me at lunch walked up to him and said “Hey June”

“Um my name is August” he said.

“Whatever April” said the other one.

“Why are you hanging out with the Emo Hobo”  said the first one.

“I am not a hobo and I am definitely not Emo” I said Pulling up my sleeve getting ready to punch them like my older brother taught me to do.

But I guess that I was so angry I stopped listening because they walked off giggling and laughing.

August was sitting at the table quietly, I could see the tears forming in his eyes, I could also see him staring at my arms he looked like a ghost when he saw the bruises.

“Don’t look at me like that please” I said, he started tear’s started running down his face I quickly got up and walked around the table sad hugged him like my brother does to me.

“Shhh, sh sh, dont cry” I soothed.

He stopped crying and asked if I wanted to be his friend. He also asked if I could hang around at my house. I was Ify at first but I said yeah. I finally had a friend and I would text my brother to see if they can protect me an my friend if dad gets out of hand.

Dinner with August Dad and Sal(6)

I made dinner for my dad but it was harder because I had Sal and August and Nick Kasye with me, Sal was watching dad, to see if dad would go ballistic, I made pasta with coke pork chops.

Nick Kasye left before dinner because she had to do something. I don’t remember.  We sat at the dinner table and dad had a few beers when I mean a few I mean about five just while eating dinner.

Then after dinner Me Sal and August went to my room I showed Sal one of the newest writing pieces that I had been working on and he liked it, he started tearing up when he got to the part where it said that was his last words.

August and I had started to talk about writing, and he took a small notebook out of his pocket. He handed me a the notebook and I looked through it he had Ideas for potential characters and potential scenes for a book. Some of the Ideas were genius. I just write short stories and he looks like he could write five of six novels.

My dad came in all wasted and started babbling on about how awful dinner was like usual. But instead of me just taking it like I normally do, Sal stood up for me, he said that dinner was delicious and that he will probably be around more often or he’s taking me with him all the time. Then August joined in and it was a gang up on dad. And it ended with Sal on the floor with a cut on his face.

“I come back from tulsa and he still hasn’t changed” he mumbled.

Remember when I said that dad didn’t really like Sal when I mean don’t like I mean hate. Out of both of us Sal gets abused the most physically and emotionally. He didn’t drink when Kasye was around but after she left he did.

After Sal was done hurting he was pissed we walked into his room and went to his closet, I guess that he had second thoughts about where he was going because he came into my room and said I’m going to bed, he drove August home and actually did what he said he was going to do. I wrote in my notebook before I went to bed but I did the same.

Waking up at my house (7)

Waking up at my house is the worst thing in the world, the only good thing about waking up at home is because dad isn’t home when we wake up to go to school or wake up on the weekends. This morning it was different, Sal was up before I was, he was sitting at the table, on the phone. The cut on his face looked like it had gotten infected from last night.

All the memories had came back from last night, he stood up for me and my cooking, he thought it was good, August thought it was good, the only person that hates my cooking is dad.

Anyway Sal was on the phone with someone He called this person mom so I can only assume it is our mom, when he got off the phone he said that mom will be here in an hour pack your bags we are leaving this hell hole.

I went into my room and got the suitcase from the closet that had some of my clothes in it. Then I went and grabbed my backpack and put my notebook in and my small laptop that is Ipad mini sized. I also put my makeup in the bag and my phone. I put the knife that My brother gave me in the pocket of my old denim jacket that my grandmother gave me for christmas.  I got out my notebook out of my back and started to write on the table.

Jamie and Jackson where twin brothers, Jamie was going on about his dream of being locked up in a military camp that gave out hydrogen peroxide instead of water, Jackson sarcastically said “ holy crap I had the same exact dream last night”

“Really” exclaimed Jamie looking like an excited puppy getting there belly rubbed.

“Are you crazy, of course I didn’t. That sounds like a stupid dream” said Jackson.

Jamie just sat there quietly thinking to himself on how mean his brother is.

“Will you shut up” Jackson yelled.

“I didn’t say anything”Jamie replied confused.

“Well then stop thinking so loud” Jackson shouted.

“Whatcha writing M&M’s” asked Sal. who had sat down next to me looking at my notebook. Sal was always a fast reader, but it seemed for him to take forever to read this story. But he didn’t look good he looked like he was going to faint.

It seemed to take forever for him to read. Finally he said it was good.

“You okay” I asked.

“Yeah I am just Dizzy” he said, I put my hand on forehead, he felt hot like a fever or something. He was also sweating something.

I got worried and I had him call mom, she said that he would take him to the hospital to see what is up.

I had never met my mother before she showed up at my house when she came to pick us up. She looked like Sal, yellow blond hair and acorn brown eyes. look like my father which is okay I guess. But my mom was pretty, by the time Mom had gotten to our house Sal looked terrible, I had broken in to our dad’s room and I found the ring in his bedside table. The thing that cut my brother was rusted. I took the ring and all of the knives and the pack of cigarettes from the drawer and the cash in the jar. Then I left the room I also told mom to grab all of the alcohol from the refrigerator and the cabinet and there was two whole boxes of it.

We had put our things in the trunk of the car, and we drove to the hospital. We sat there for ten minutes and I got bored, I got my notebook from out of my backpack and pulled out my phone from the pocket of the denim jacket and a pencil, and began to write.

Tegan pulled a knife out of her chest, and smiled at him “was that supposed to hurt” then fell to the ground, her white shirt was stained with the crimson red of the her blood. “Stabbing me in the back would have hurt more than the chest” she said this to Alexzander who was crying said“I know I couldn’t bring myself to do it” he said falling on his knees and grabbed her hand pulled her close to his chest in a hug he whispered in her ear “I just had to stop the monster”