A/N~ Thanks for almost 100 views, it''s not much but it means a lot to me. And 15 votes is wayy higher than I'd ever expect to reach. Thank you <3
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Pip's POV
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After watching the movie, I look at the time. 3:50. I should really be going home. I sigh.
"Damien, it's about time I should be going home." I say, getting up from the couch.
"Aw, really?" He asks. I give him a sad smile and nod. "Do you have a phone?" He quietly asks.
"Nope, but I'm saving up for a flip-phone." I smile.
"Oh, that works." He says.
"Yep. Well I'm going to head out, bye!" I say and start walking out of his apartment room.
"Wait! Do you need me to walk you home? Knowing you, you're probably going to get lost." He says.
"Nope, I'm good." I smile and leave.
But as always, Damien was right. It took me an hour to get to the house, but I found it.
As I was about to knock on the door, my sister opens it and shrieks.
"Where have you been young man!?"
"I've been out." I narrow my eyes.
"I'm not letting you in until you tell me exactly where you have been!" She yells.
"As I said, I've been out." I say and crouch down and walk through the space separating her body and the door frame. I proceed to run to my room and barricade it with my dresser.
I lay on my bed as I hear loud banging on the door. I know that she won't get in. But, if she does... I eye the window. There's always a plan B.
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After awhile, she gives up.
Even though it's only about 7:30 at night, I go to sleep.
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I wake up at roughly 5:00 in the morning and yawn, another weekend. A very boring weekend. I don't leave my room. I can't imagine the beatings I'd get if I do. Because, first off, it isn't 10:00 yet. Second, she's already pissed.
I think about my options, if I go outside, I might run into Cartman and his gang. But, if I go into the living room I'll get beaten. It's a lose-lose. So, basically I'm stuck.
So, I do what I do best, cry. Not a whiny, bitchy cry, but a silent cry. There's a lot I need to let out after the past days. I stuff my head into the mattress , hoping just to fall asleep again. No luck.
Don't get me wrong, I had a great time with Damien. This has nothing to do with him. It's my sister, and Cartman. Mainly my sister to be quite honest. I don't know where her husband is, he should be home on the weekends.
And here I sit, wishing for a different life. I rather live anybody's life except my own.
I hear banging on the door again, so I wipe my face and fake sleep. It doesn't stop until..
The door opens and the dresser flies onto the hardwood floor. I try my very best to stay calm as I hear loud footsteps approaching my mattress.
"Hey champ," A male voice says. I open my eyes. It's Joe! (my brother-in-law)
"Oh, Hi sir." I smile, relieved.
"So, my wife told me about your behavior," he sighs.
"I'm sorry."
"No, don't be. I disagree with her, you're almost an adult and you deserve to get out of the house." He gives a soft smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Joe." I smile. Finally, someone around here doesn't treat me like a child.
"About school, what're you going to be?" Joe asked.
"I'm not sure yet. Not a blacksmith." I look down shamefully. Though, blacksmiths were a thing of England. Not South Park. I don't even think blacksmiths exist anymore.
"I respect that." He says. This conversation is really awkward. "Well, uh, I must be going. Me and Ms. Joe are going out. Can you handle that?"
"Yeah, just tell her I'm asleep." I sigh.
"Alright!" He smiles and walks out of the room.
I look out the window and watch as they drive away.
I walk out of my bedroom and decide to make a salad. There is not much to eat, but we have enough ingredients for a small salad.
I chop some lettuce and tomatoes. I grab the already chopped peppers. I put it all in a bowl and add some croutons. I top the salad with Italian dressing.
I put all of the remains in the refrigerator.
I smile at the tasty meal I created. I sit on the surprisingly comfy sofa and eat my salad. It's great to not be shamed about eating.
I finish, satisfied. I kind of want to see Damien today. Yes, I know I saw him yesterday. But I'm lonely.
I go in my sister's room, which I am forbidden to go in and grab her wallet. I take out $25 dollars. It's a lot, but I need some money, and I can't use my savings.
I run outside and try to remember the way to Damien's apartment. On my way, I look at fliers for fun activities to do. I notice that South Park is having a festival, the flier is very vague, so I'm not sure what it is, but maybe we can check it out?
There is also a library I've never noticed. Maybe if the festival is shit, which it probably is, we can hang out there. I'm not too sure.
I double check the flier. The festival is at 1:00 pm. My sister and brother-in-law won't be home until probably 4:00, knowing them, they don't want to see me.
I start walking again.
Finally, I find his apartment. What room was he again? I take a guess at room #66 and knock at the door.
An old lady opens the door.
"Oh my apologizes! I was looking for somebody else!" I say.
"Who?" She asks.
"I'm not sure if you know him, but Damien Thorn, ma'am."
"Room 69." She sweetly smiles.
"Thank you, have a good day!" I cheerfully smile.
I go to room 69, which is right down the hall, and knock on the door. Of course Damien is room 69.
"Pip?" Damien says, confused. He obviously just woke up.
"Hi, I have an idea, I stole my sister's money and I-"
"You stole your sister's money?!" Damien asks in shock.
"Yeah! I was thinking we could check out the festival." I look down.
"I mean sure, but why did you steal your sister's money? You should put it back, you'll get in trouble." Damien worried.
"Since when did you care..? Plus, it's only 25 dollars.." I gloomily say.
"I just don't want you getting hurt, alright?" He lightly blushes. "And fine, what time is it?" He asks.
"It's at 1. I'll phone you then to remind you using the house telephone, alright? What's your number?" I tell him.
He writes down his number and hands it to me. I wave goodbye and walk out. I walk home without getting lost. Almost.
I don't understand why he was so worried. From what I understand, he does stuff worse than that. But, I do not want to assume, maybe he doesn't.
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At 12:45 pm, I give Damien a call.
"This is Pip?"
"Yep. 15 minutes."
"Where is it?"
"It's at a field by the playground, just meet me there, alright?"
"Okay, bye."
He hangs up.
I throw on my hat and slide on my shoes.
I grab an extra $20 and leave the house.