Can't Find My Way Home
Hunter and Gerard walked through her front door the next day. She tried to walk as quickly as possible to her room without her grandmother noticing.
“Hunter?” she knew that voice, “Dammit.” she whispered to herself. Her mother, who for some reason decided today was the day she'd have her one a month pop-in, came staggering around the corner. “Where have you been?” her mother asked, leaning on the wall for support. “I was at school whats your excuse?” Hunter spat back, embarrassed by her mom's state.
“You're taking boys up to your room? Last time I did that I had an accident, and here she stands!” she laughed at herself, Hunter clenched onto her backpack. She watched her mom take one of her cigarretts and light it in front of her, meaning she had been in her room. “You don't go out and party? Have any friends? I want company over tonight and I can't stand what a downer you are.” her mother told her.
“I work tonight anyway, do whatever you want.” Hunter wasn't looking for an argument, just a way to get Gee out of this awkward situation. Her mom looked her up and down and sighed, “You couldn't have gotten any of my good looks? Had to look like him didn't ya? Worst mistake of my life.” she tutted.
“Just go drown in another bottle.” Hunter hissed, she grabbed Gerard hard by the collar and nearly dragged him up the stairs as she half ran.
She got into her room and slammed the door, then threw her bag to the other side of the room. She fumed as she plopped down on her bed, looking at how red her hands were now that she wasn't digging her nails into them. Gerard sat down beside her and put a comforting hand on her back.
“She always does this I'm so fucking tired of it! She spends months out doing I don't know what, then comes back plastered and just wants to fuck with me. I'm so over this bullshit!” Hunter ranted. Gerard let her talk for another 30 minutes to make her feel better, he was always good at listening.
“Think of it this way,” he said once she was done, “At least she's back and your grandparents won't be arguing as much!”
“Thank you Mr. Brightside.” Hunter sighed, getting up and walking to her closet.
“Sorry, I'm not sure what to say. I'm sorry this happens to you.” Gerard retried, twiddling his thumbs. Hunter walked back out with her work outfit in hand. “Don't be sorry Gee, its not your fault. Thats what you get when you're the spawn of rage and love I guess.” she said as she began stripping.
Gerard wasn't sure whether to watch to turn away and pretend he was looking at something else. Had he looked, she may call him a pervert, if he turned, she may call him a prude. There was no winning, and he was starting to feel hot around the collar.
“Don't tell me after all these years Gee you're embarrassed to watch me undress.” Hunter smirked, looking over at him as she put on her work pants. “What? Me? W-No, no, no. I'm not embarrassed, I mean cause you're not and well why should I be?” he stuttered, starting in an abnormally high pitched voice. Hunter laughed, “You could fry an egg on your face. Can I get a lift to work?” she added after she was done dressing. Gerard nodded, Hunter thanked him than walked out of the room to grab her name tag. Gee took this time to adjust himself below to avoid shaming himself in front of her.
They walked out to the car, got in, and began to drive. “If you hate this place so much, why don’t you quit?” Gerard asked, one hand on the wheel, as they drove.
“It's not that easy, I need the money. I have to pay for my own graduation robe and pay off all my school fees and save up for a car and maybe college. I have to torture myself to survive.” Hunter huffed, looking solemnly out the window.
“It'll all work out in the end, good things always come to good people” he smiled, she couldn't help but smile back.
“I just can't wait for the day we start driving and never stop.” she told him.
“You're still on about that? You really want to just leave everything you got here and go somewhere you don't know and try to survive?” Gerard asked.
“There's nothing here for me Gee, and yes I want to do all of that.” she replied as they turned into the parking lot to her job. Any newly gained happiness she'd got shattered away as soon as she saw the “Golden Arches of Hell.” She looked at the place, then back at Gerard and added, “You say that like its a bad thing.”