An Angel's Heart

An Angel's Heart Episode 35

An Angel's Heart:

Season 3 Episode 10: My Call

One year later,

The annoying alarm rang once again.

"Jesus Christ someone turn it off!" Ryan yelled.

"Shut the fuck up I'm trying to sleep here." Brad screamed.

"For fuck's sake!" Jessica hollered.

I opened my eyes groggily. Crawled slowly towards the alarm.

"Someone shoot it now!" Jessica screamed.

I slammed my fist onto it.

"Thank. God." We said in unison. We stayed in for an hour longer before Jessica woke up.

"Wake up assholes. Hey! We have school! Oh god this feels stupid." she said.

I opened my eyes and looked around. Jessica fell back on Brad and closed her eyes.

"Fuck school. Just for today." I mumbled.

"We've been fucking school for 3 days straight now idiots." Jessica yelled back.

"Says the woman." Ryan fought back.

"Too right." Brad said. Jessica elbowed him.

"I mean, Jessica's right. We haven't been going to school for days now. We oughtta drop by from time to time, right baby?" he asked and she nodded in approval.

"Kiss-ass." Ryan and I said. I got up and looked around the room. Another night of partying. Ever since Rebecca died, my results flunked. I've failed pretty much everything. Life seemed ass. I still lived in her bungalow, the littlest things would kill me inside. But that counsellor, John Harvey. Motherfucker. He's been great help.

I took a quick shower and came out. These days we just spend our time at my home. Our home. They moved in to console me after Rebecca died. We changed much of the place. I'm finishing University soon. I might get kicked out before I even graduate though. Fuck. Oh well it doesn't make a difference.

My phone rang.

"John Asshole. Slide to Answer." my phone screen read.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey it's me." he said.

"No shit."

"Do you even still remember our appointment tonight?"

"Yeah no worries."

"Good. Are you still drinking every night?"

"N.. No."

"Really?"

"Just a little."

"Oh for fuck's sake Ty."

"What? It's just a shot or two."

"Or ten."

"Yeah.. Lol."

"Don't you lol me. Anyway just cut down. Please I'm only trying to help.

"Sure dad."

"Speaking of dad, your parents called."

"They what?"

"They called me."

"What the fuck for?"

"To ask about you."

"When did they even know you were helping me?"

"Well, as a counsellor, I am obligated to inform your parents of your situation. I am not, however, obliged to update them of your current emotional status as this is a personal thing."

"Why are you even doing this for me? No one is paying you."

"A kind act in itself is a payment made to god. It is a good deed."

"Whatever. I'll call you later."

"Ok. Take your pills Ty."

"Sure." I said and hung up. As hostile as I was, I was really glad to know he cared. I sneaked a smile.

Everybody picked themselves up and got ready for school. We all got into Rebecca's old Lancer. As I sat my ass onto the driver's seat, her warmth rekindled me. I sat up and opened my eyes. Looking around, I checked if everybody was comfortable.

"You guys a'ight back there?" I asked.

"Start the damn car moron." Brad said.

I started the engine and drove us all to school.

Later,

It was lesson-time. I was doodling pictures away. The teacher saw but didn't do anything. Even she has given up on me. Why do I even come?

"Here are last week's test results. From the bottom, Tyler Bridge." she said to the class. I looked up.

"Shit." I muttered and stood up.

17/100. Wow was I really that far behind? Oh wait I know why, this was the paper I wrote asking the teacher if I could do her anal behind the desk in our class. I winked at her and she stared sternly. Is that a yes?

"A word, Bridge." she said and gestured me outside.

"What happened to you? You were my top student. You used to respect women too. What's happened Ty? You can talk to me." she asked.

"Can I do you anal?" I said and smirked.

"No. Ty you need help. Really." she tried again.

"Well I am receiving help. Sexual help, everyday!" I said and laughed.

"Well I can see you're doing fuck-all." she said and walked away.

What?

Lessons quickly ended and lunchtime came. That wasn't the only thing that came.

"So then I told him that my parents recently got a divorce. Get it?" Brad was obviously telling the crew.

"Shut up! There's no way he took it!" Jessica protested.

"He did. I'm telling you." he insisted.

"Hey assholes." I called out.

"Hey." they said in a chorus.

"So I got this thing with John tonight." I told them.

"Shame. It's game night." Ryan asked.

"Oh well. You guys have fun I guess."

"Can we at least call your replacement guy?"

"Fuck you." I said and we ate.

At night,

I was walking towards John's house, metal music flowing through my ears. When some one called.

"You don't know me, and you don't even care." the song played. It was a custom ringtone for somebody back then. I assign custom ringtones to people I cared about, like Stupid Motherfucker for Brad. But who was this person who I assigned Boston to? I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

"Angel Baby <3 Calling. Slide to Answer.".

-TO BE CONTINUED-

THIS IS PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY.

This is an ORIGINAL story by Rudolph Benjamin Maxwell.