Demolition Lovers
Chapter 6
I open the door and Mikey's standing right there.
He holds out his hand, motioning for me to show him my hand. Eh, I've got no choice, I show him my hand and look at the floor.
"Bandit, what the fuck?" He says looking at the big gash I made on accident.
He lets out a sigh and drags me to the bathroom, and does some doctary stuff to it. I walk to my room silently and go to bed right away.
*Next day*
Mikey kind of let last night go, which is cool with me. I never want that to happen again.
My life if so awkward...
I sit on the couch and watch the Simpsons, a show well over 30 years old and still running. When its over I decide to go for a walk, but I don't know where Mikey is so I just leave, I won't be out that long anyways.
I start having some really deep and strange thoughts, like those things you think about when you're SUPER bored.
After maybe a half hour I decide to go back, except I don't know where I am. I start freaking out, and it's starting to get dark, and I'm lost and I'm gonna get kidnapped and raped and killed and thrown in a dumpster!
No, I'm not! I'll just call Mikey, and he'll come find me and I'll be alright.
I grab out my phone and call Mikey. It rings for what seems like eternity, and finally, there's no answer.
"Fucking thanks a lot Mikey," I mutter to myself.
"Hey, you lost?" I hear a male voice call out.
I spin around to see a guy, probably in his forties, he's bald with a mustache and looks really creepy. Did I mention he's standing next to a van?
I don't answer and he seems to get a little annoyed, and starts getting closer.
I turn around and start walking away, hoping I'll find my way back to Mikey's house.
"Hey," he calls out, I turn and see him fast walking-almost running- after me.
Oh shit!
I start running now, running aimlessly. Now is not a good day to be defenseless.
"Hey, I know about your mom!"
I start running faster, I'm so scared I think I'm about to cry! Except I've never been the fastest runner, and he's catching up.
"Mikey!" I start screaming, maybe I'm close enough he'll hear me.
I scream repeatedly, but nobody seems to care that I'm getting chased by some rapist-pedophile-kidnapper-guy.
That's it! I see Mikey's house now, it's probably a hundred meters away, I'm getting extremely breathless, and my legs are giving out. A few feet later I fall and feel a cold hand on my shoulder.
This is it.
He holds out his hand, motioning for me to show him my hand. Eh, I've got no choice, I show him my hand and look at the floor.
"Bandit, what the fuck?" He says looking at the big gash I made on accident.
He lets out a sigh and drags me to the bathroom, and does some doctary stuff to it. I walk to my room silently and go to bed right away.
*Next day*
Mikey kind of let last night go, which is cool with me. I never want that to happen again.
My life if so awkward...
I sit on the couch and watch the Simpsons, a show well over 30 years old and still running. When its over I decide to go for a walk, but I don't know where Mikey is so I just leave, I won't be out that long anyways.
I start having some really deep and strange thoughts, like those things you think about when you're SUPER bored.
After maybe a half hour I decide to go back, except I don't know where I am. I start freaking out, and it's starting to get dark, and I'm lost and I'm gonna get kidnapped and raped and killed and thrown in a dumpster!
No, I'm not! I'll just call Mikey, and he'll come find me and I'll be alright.
I grab out my phone and call Mikey. It rings for what seems like eternity, and finally, there's no answer.
"Fucking thanks a lot Mikey," I mutter to myself.
"Hey, you lost?" I hear a male voice call out.
I spin around to see a guy, probably in his forties, he's bald with a mustache and looks really creepy. Did I mention he's standing next to a van?
I don't answer and he seems to get a little annoyed, and starts getting closer.
I turn around and start walking away, hoping I'll find my way back to Mikey's house.
"Hey," he calls out, I turn and see him fast walking-almost running- after me.
Oh shit!
I start running now, running aimlessly. Now is not a good day to be defenseless.
"Hey, I know about your mom!"
I start running faster, I'm so scared I think I'm about to cry! Except I've never been the fastest runner, and he's catching up.
"Mikey!" I start screaming, maybe I'm close enough he'll hear me.
I scream repeatedly, but nobody seems to care that I'm getting chased by some rapist-pedophile-kidnapper-guy.
That's it! I see Mikey's house now, it's probably a hundred meters away, I'm getting extremely breathless, and my legs are giving out. A few feet later I fall and feel a cold hand on my shoulder.
This is it.
PLEASE FINISH THIS!
12/29/16