Chasing Dreams

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

this story is a dream i had a long time ago. that morning i wrote it down because i knew i was going to want to write it on here.

He didn't do anything wrong; he was the hero, not the enemy. But she could not afford to praise him, that would have shown weakness. Therefore, she hit him, worse than the last time. She told him that he should have stayed out of it, that it was none of his business. He stood there and took it. Every blow to the face, gut and arms. The last one knocked him down. He hit his head hard on the coffee table. He could feel the blood building up around his left eye where she had hit him. It would be black and blue by morning. He would have to come up with a good story to tell. It would need to go along with the fat lip that had already started. He heard her long-necked bottle hit the floor and her footsteps faded away down the hall and into her bedroom.

Her tried to open his eyes but failed. His head was pounding and his chest burned. Part of him thought that it had been worth it but the other part told him that the little girl in the parking lot could have taken care of herself. Somehow. He disregarded this thought. He knew that he was right to save her; to stop that guy; to get off the bus and get her away. He just knew it. But maybe not. He did not even know anymore. Did not care.

Maybe Bugs would know what to do. Maybe she would be able to help. He slowly slipped away.

The next morning he walked into school and saw her; Bugs. The only person in the whole world that he trusted with this topic. The only one he had ever told.

Now, they were not together. They had been there and done that and it definitely had not worked; so they were strictly friends.

He hoped she would not notice right away. But she did, of course. She came running over to him and narrowed her green eyes.

Here it comes...

"Oh my God, Jamie!" She whispered, "What. Happened. To. You?" She gently reached up to touch the spot on his face, letting her fingers trace around to touch his lip.

He shivered.

"Bugs, I really can't take it anymore. I've gotta get outta there." He explained everything to her. She listened to every would without comment. When he had finished, she hugged him.

"Okay, I'll make the calls," she said with a sigh. He nodded slowly.

He was ready to really let bugs do what she did best. Save people. By the following morning, he was informed that his mother had been arrested for child abuse. Bugs and her family took him in as fast as possible. In a matter of days he would be coming face-to-face with a family that wanted a sixteen year old boy. A family that would love him. A family that would not beat him half to death. A family-aside from Bugs'-that cared and was ready to help him get on with his life.

Thanking Bugs, for some reason, was not exactly at the top of his to do list; not letting her down, however, was number one.

Submitted: January 27, 2010

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Eh it was okay. Short and not really emotional. It's a good topic but you have a lot of work to do. This is a serious thing and you should have put more of his feelings it. I didn't feel touched enough.

Wed, January 27th, 2010 6:40pm


well, that was kind of the point sweetheart, it was a dream, i wrote it the morning after...i was 12. but maybe i will redo it, as a writer now, you know? we'll see.

Thu, January 28th, 2010 4:55am

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