Don't Stop

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Sherryn and Toby were troublemakers.
Always have been.
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They've been best friends since the third grade.
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Sherryn's mom is always working at the hospital, so she's never around to see what her mom's boyfriend does to her.
Toby's parents are drug abusers and alcoholists.
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Sherryn's stubborn, and Toby has anger issues, but he'll deny it every time you try to tell him.
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They did something bad. They've done a lot of bad stuff before, but this one was too far.
And now they have to be on the move if they don't want to get caught.




I text Sherryn.

Me: Yo, get your ass down here, it's cold.

I lean against the brick building and pull out a cigarette as I wait for Sherryn. After waiting for almost ten minutes, I pull out my phone to check the time. 8:30 am. We're gonna be late, I think. I decide to call her.



"Hello?" A raspy voice rings through. I frown.

"Why aren't you down here? We're gonna be late if you don't hurry," I say. I hear her sigh.

"I'm not going to school." 

"Why? Are you sick? You weren't yesterday." She sniffs.

"I'm just not feeling like it today. You go ahead without me." What the?

"Okay, seriously, Sherr. What's wrong?" 

"Nothing, I just don't want to go to school." I shrug, but then realize she can't see me.

"Well, I'm not going to school if you're not. I'm coming up."

"No!" She shouts. I freeze.

"Uh, please don't come up here. Just go to school. Please, Toby." I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Fine. You owe me, got it?" She chuckles.

"Of course, we can do whatever you want tomorrow." I shake my head.

"love you, Potatoes."

"Love you too, Corndog." I hang up and start walking to school. I wonder what's wrong with her.


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I step out of my third period once the bell rings. As I'm walking, I hear the two biggest douchebags at school talking.

"There goes, Toby." Chad snickers.

"That's such a female name." I roll my eyes and keep walking.

"I hear his parents are major smokers." I stop instantly in my spot. They know I'm listening, I think. As I lift a leg up to continue walking, Dominque speaks.

"Yeah, my dad works with his dad. He comes every day after work always complaining that his dad smells like pot and marijuana. His mom don't look any better. She's all gross and wrinkly." I had enough. I turn around and walk towards them. making sure to get in Dominque's face.

"You got some shit to say, Ward?" He grins.

"Yeah. Ask your dad how much for a quarter of pot." He nudges Chad and they both laugh. My face turns red. I lift my fist up and punch Dominique in the nose. 

"Ahh!" Chad pushes me and pins me down. I try getting up, but Chad has a strong grip on my arms and his knees locked on my legs. Fucking wrestlers, I think. Dominique removes his hand, showing blood streaming down his face. He scowls at me.

"Oh, you're gonna fucking pay for that, Johnson." I spit at him that arches and lands on his shoe. He grabs the collar of my shirt and starts punching me. After five punches to the face, my right eye is half-way swollen and I can tell my cheek will be bruised as my lip and nose are bleeding. A teacher comes out of a classroom and pulls Chad and Dominique off me. 

"That's enough! You two, go to the office." They both sneer at me and walk away. The teacher grabs my arm and helps me up. 

"Oh, you look pretty bad." I grab my bag from the floor and swing it over my shoulder, keeping my eyes leveled to the floor.

"I'm fine," I mumble. He bends his head to look at my face closer.

"No, I don't think you are. Maybe, you should go to the h-" I cut him off.

"I said I'm fine. Thanks." I walk away from him and head to the main doors and walk out. I don't even know why I stood up for my parents. They're not lying, I think. I start walking towards my house since I knew my parents were at work. When I finally make it to my neighborhood, I see a group of boys in a huddle. Smoke is surrounding them. I walk up to them.

"Hey, man," I say to the first I approach. He turns around and nods his head at me.

"What's up?" One of the boys in the group looked up and started laughing.

"Yo, what the fuck happened to your face?" I scowl at him.

"What the hell does it look like?" He puts his hand.

"Hey, man. I was obviously messing around. Chill, bro. No need to get snappy." I roll my eyes and take the joint that they've been passing around and take a drag from it. I hold it in for a few seconds then let the smoke out. I pass to the boy that's on my right. 

"So why aren't you guys in school?" I ask. One boy gives me a weird look.

"Why aren't you in school?" I shrug.

"I just left. I got into a fight so I left." He snickers. I squint my eyes at him.

"You got something to say?" He rolls his eyes at me.

"Yeah. You're a pussy if you left school over a fight you've must've lost." Happy thoughts, Toby. Happy thoughts.

"It was an unfair fight. It was two against one." He takes a drag from the joint and releases the smoke.

"You still left."

"Because I was pissed. They were talking shit about my parents." He shrugs.

"Whatever, man. I would've stayed to prove that I'm not a bitch and I just got my ass handed to me." That's it. I charge at him and grab his collar.

"I'm not a fucking bitch. It was an unfair fight. If it was just one of them, I would've had their ass crying to their mom." Two boys grab each of my arms and pull me off of him.

"C'mon, man. Let go." I let go and the boy pulls his shirt down and glares at me.

"You're fucked up, man." Then he walks off. The rest of the group follow him. I shake my head and walk the rest to my house. When I walk in the front door, I see my dad sitting on the couch with a bong in his hand. When I close the door, he looks up and frowns. He exhales the smoke before speaking.

"What the hell are you doing here, boy? You're supposed to be at school." I roll my eyes.

"And you're supposed to be at work," I mumble underneath my breath. He stands up.

"What'd you say, boy? Speak up." I hesitate before answering.

"I said and you're supposed to be at work." He just stares at me before walking up to me and grabbing the back of my neck and squeezing it.

"I'm your father, boy. Don't question what I'm supposed to and not supposed to do. You got a roof over your head, food stocked and restocked in that kitchen that you help yourself and eat every day, and clothes on your back. Show some respect. Do you understand?" I glare at the floor but nod. He squeezes harder.

"Use your words."

"Yes, sir," I say between clenched teeth. He lets go of my neck and walks back to the living room. I walk into my room. I hate my life, I think to myself.



Done with chapter three. Let me know what you think of it.


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