Breaking Restrictions.

Plot 3: "I didn't mean it that way!"

"Your uncle Jerry's son Garry, you share the "ee" that I was not fortunate to have. Aunt Dona raised you to be a sweet guy, but never gave you the balls. You wouldn't had done anything to those boys, and we both know it." I said to Garry, and knew it was cold but it was true. He had to see that one way or the other, I guess I just had to be the bad guy this time.

Though, I never expected this to happen. Never would of imagined Garry, bowing his head to me, and literally start to cry. Dear God, Dona made him into an emotional wreck! I know guys are known for having no sympathy, but...seriously?

"No, don't cry Gar! I didn't mean it! I know you have balls, all guys do don't cry!" I grabbed him, and gave him the best un-awkward hug I could give him, but he pushed me back, and ran off. I sighed, and bent down grabbing his papers, then walked to the office forgetting about dinner for the time being. "Hi, uh Mrs. Daisy could you tell me what room my cousin is in? His name is Garry Winehart." I told her and she nodded, dabbing at her keyboard. "Room 294."

"Thank you," I said, and started walking to it. I took the elevator this time since it was right there, then walked down the long hallway to Garry's room. I felt bad for embarrassing him like that, I should of done it more privately, or something.

When I walked into the room, I looked around seeing that he wasn't here. I left his binder on his couch, and headed outside, just completely skipping dinner. At least that could be my punishment for public humiliation toward family. I swung by my room, grabbing my box of cigarettes and shampoo/conditioner bottle, then got the liberty to find the almost nude Tony, getting heavy with a girl.

"Dude! Didn't you see the sock on the door?" Tony hollered at me.

"Yeah, you really need to take better care of your clothes cause your not getting any of mine." I said to him back, as if I didn't know what that was code for. I just wanted to grab my smokes and liquor and go, I wasn't about to wait two hours for the girl to completely put out, then another five minutes. I wanted to go to the Creekside right now and drink my share, and smoke my cigarettes my father willingly gave me. And that's exactly what I did.

Night already rolled around, it was at least a half hour past curfew, and I didn't feel like moving from that spot. I groaned as I sat up, and fell on my hands and knees instantly. I felt the ground for the rock path, and followed it as I crawled desperately. It was pitch black here, and I was lucky with the slightest moon light.

As I neared the end of the path, I watched as at least ten seniors held five freshman up in the air with rope wrapping all around the kids, and cloth in their mouth. But they still tried screaming for dear life. I decided that was not my fight, and I was practically drunk, so I stood up and wobbled back to my room. When I walked in, Tony lifted his head up saying, "Where the hell were you?" In a gruff voice.

"She put out, or you just hump dry her?" I asked in return.

Tony laughed saying, "It's dry hump kid, and yeah she put out but didn't let me shove what I wanted in it." We both chuckled, and he asked again, "Where were you?"

"I got a place to go smoke and drink at, I was there and barely home my way found." I was so out of it, that I didn't even know I was twisting my words unless Tony laughed at me.

"Damn, have anymore of that stuff? I could really use some." Tony said, looking out the window.

"Yeah, a bottle left. Why you acting strange all sudden?" I asked him, and he looked at me. I could only see his eerie glow, with his tattoo of a chain on his shoulder shining with his other, but I could figure out what the second tattoo was. He let out a deep breath and said lowly, "I cheated on the love of my life today. She's going to kill me, and the funny thing was, is that I didn't even enjoy it that much. When you came in that could of been my cue to stop, but I still didn't.

"Well, technically you didn't cheat since the girl didn't let you stick your stick in the carcass." I told him and nodded.

"Stick your stick in the carca-what the hell is up with that metaphor dude? It's so completely diverse! Your could of said a number of things that would of sounded a lot better!" He laughed at me as I stood up to get him the bottle of sun tan lotion, and threw it to him when I was walking back out of the restroom.

"Thanks." He said, and took a drink grunting afterward. We sat quiet, and I asked, "How's life?"

"What you think? I'm here ain't I?" Tony said miserably, "I'm here when I could be out there with her. We used to run in the corn field her father owned, and we had a little spot she nailed down a blanket that we did it on. I always brought her a bouquet with random flowers, and she said she always loved the style. We would always do this, meet in the corn field, I'd put candles out and light them while she brought wine, liquor, or beer with some food. If make sure to bring a little blanket for her to stay warm and a pillow for me, cause she always slept on my chest. Everything was perfect until she got pregnant and her mother made her k-" His eyes widened as he realized what exactly he was saying. "Well, you get the gist kid. I don't want to be here, this is the worst possible time to be gone from her, and best moment for that prick to swoop in and take her. Either way, if she leaves me-I'll get her back. I'll fuck her in his face and she won't fight because she loves me too. I know she does. That's why we got matching tattoos and everything. We belong together."

Tony took a big gulp of the alcohol, and I knew he was drinking his troubles away. I wanted badly to ask him what the mother did, he cut himself off. The mother did something with a "cuh" sound. C or K.

I sighed, I was too drunk to think straight, and I was tired as hell. "Night Tony. See you tomorrow." I said and completely blacked out! I have no memory after that, so I only assume I fell asleep...

The funny thing was though, I swear I heard Tony say, "Thanks kid, your the only one that's asked and actually listened. Your really something."

Hopefully that's in a good way.