Oklahoma's Death Pt.1 (12)
Denver’s P.O.V
It was a week after Edward found out that he was a father to come. He is trying to clean up his act, and I want to believe that he is truly. But everyday after work he comes home and gets high, just so he could get the smell of Gasoline out of his nose.
Edward has came home late tonight. He came home with a couple bruises on his face and something that he assumed bought from the liquor store.
“What type of Booze did you buy” I asked.
“None I stole them” he replied.
I could tell he was drunk by the way that his voice staggered and his breath reeked of beer and whiskey.
“Then I jumped some innocent person living on the streets” he admitted.
“I am guessing that he fought back” i asked.
“Yeah, but I one the fight. I knocked him out and then I still continue to punch him until I saw the blood run down his face” he bragged.
“What the hell is wrong with you. You are no longer allowed to drink, smoke. Or anything that makes you high or drunk. You turn into some psychopath”
“Actually Denver, that was this afternoon when I was drunk I am no longer drunk and I truly do regret it” he said
“That doesn’t make it right” I said.
“You can't keep doing thing you are going to be a father. You are a psychopath. Actually I take that back you are a hoodlum freak just like the rest of us” I added.
Oklahoma's Death Pt.2 (13)
Edwards P.O.V
“You’re some type of psychopath if you think that you can keep do that and get away with it, No I take psychopath back, you’re not that crazy your a stupid hoodlum freak” Denver screamed.
My blood was boiling more than water would ever would sitting on a stove all day. My mind was so full I couldn’t think, I hated those words just hated them.
I ran out the door why I did that I don't know. I made it to Keith Kayse’s house and it started to rain. I started to cross the road…
Keith’s P.O.V
“Oh my god, Edward got hit” I yelled at the top of my lungs, the only person that was at my house was Dallas, and I looked at me in shock.
I ran outside as fast as I could, to the street where Edward was lying. I watched as that Mustang drove off. I kneeled down and pulled Edward close to my chest, not caring how gay it looked. I was in tears, and I didn’t care. His voice came as a stutter but he managed to say this…
“H...hey, Don’t cry. Tell everyone that I love them if I don’t survive”
“Don’t say that you’ll survive, you got to we will all miss you” I said but It was to late he had already died.
I didn’t even know Dallas was their, until I looked up, I saw him. Dallas was fighting off tears and apparently Josh saw the whole thing because she was in tears. That was the last thing in the world that I would have thought would happen was seeing debbie cry, and seeing her cry, made me even more sad. I hate it when girls cry.
Denver’s P.O.V
“Edwards week” I yelled as I punched a hole in the wall. Not even a second later my phone went off, it was Keith, who care’s. Still angry I let it go to voicemail. Ten minutes later my phone rang again this time it was Morgan. Keith must have called her after I didn’t pick up. So I picked up the phone to answer her but I couldn’t understand most of the words that were coming from here mouth because she was crying so much. But I did manage to get the words Edward hit by mustang dead on road.
After hearing the news my blood went cold as if someone had intruded my house. Edward got hit by a car and died. That’s when reality hit me. I looked over at the hole in the wall that was created and filled with anger was not falling apart with grief sorrow and sadness, then I realised people are like walls. You put a hole in them and they fall apart, that's what I did to Edward. Mean words are like a fist. I used the words Hoodlum Freak to punch a hole threw his walls.
I hung up the phone, and raced to Edwards room expecting him to be there. Nothing was there except disappointment which was sitting on the bed where Edward would have been if he was here. I sat along with disappointment being his friend as I was listening to the sirens racing past my house in unison with the thunder. And the tears, the tears were falling down my face as fast as the downpour outside. My mind was blank like a white sheet of paper and the title at the very top is “ I should have ran after him”
I Miss Him: (14)
Morgan’s P.O.V:
I miss him, I miss him so much. I have cried myself asleep many night’s knowing that he is not here with me. I will cry many more and I may never stop crying. My dreams start out as my relationship with him and then always goes to him getting hit by the red mustang, so I have been told it was a red mustang. I wasn’t there the night he died, Keith Kasye was. Denver didn’t run after him he had punched a hole in the wall. I was asleep after a long day at school and dance practice trying to forget the fact that I am going to be a teen mother. That's when I got the call from Keith. It scared me awake and I guess that's when I got the reality hit that life sucks.
Denver and I have talked a little after the night Edward died, but like all my other friends I pushed him away. I guess I still blame him for what happened to Edward, even though he wasn’t the one who drove the car. But he was the one that made him walk out. But most of all I blame myself because I wasn’t there with him, I thought he changed the old Edward wouldn’t have walked out like
that, but Denver called him a Hoodlum freak. He hated when people said that about us.
The night of the funeral was the worst not just for me and Denver but for everyone. I have seen the strongest toughest guys I know cry over him, and nobody cried in our turf. I was a sign of being Unstable and weak but Edwards Death was something that couldn’t be ignored, Losing him was like losing a member of our family. This was one of the people who made this community a family, everyone knew everything about everyone in our turf and it was all because of how extroverted Edward was. People always said if Edward Pearson was quiet and not talking to anyone there was something wrong with him. That was said before we started dating, but I understood what they meant he doesn’t stop talking. He always talked about football and cars whether it was about racing them or fixing them.
He was a year older than I was, but he was still a sophomore, and everyone in the sophomore class was sixteen and he was seventeen. But everyone loved him. He understood people better than people understood themselves, and everyone thinks it was because he was held back in kindergarten because his parents had died in a gang fight. He saw the whole thing from the top window of his house. he was taken out of school to find a family that wanted him but none of his related family wanted him, so Devers dad adopted him, and put him through therapy and the next fall he was back in school. So he understands that everyone's pain is different no matter how stupid it sounds.
It took me awhile to understand that about him, he just listened to people and if he felt it was needed he would offer some advice. I didn’t realise that until I was fourteen years old and in eighth grade. He helped me go through my parents getting a divorce, and my sister who was really close with me moving away with my mom to oregon. He knew that I was really close with my sister and he was to. Him and I actually haven’t seen or talked to my sister Jordan in a few years.
A/N: hey guys I have finished this story. the sequel for the whole series is called bad reps. that will be out as soon as I get the rest of this book finished. but the second book is going to face more on the cousin of Edward and Jordan who is the Sister of the other character in this story. thank you for all of your support and I home you like this story.
A/N
I am going to discontinue hood life and I am moving this story as a special feature in bad reps. If I actually have a book Idea for hood life I will continue it but for now I am going to stop writing it. sorry. I just didn't like the characters and the plot line of any of the short story's in the book. I will continue writing bad decisions and maybe that will be the book depending how long it is.
