Rivine
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2011
Jericho sat on the rock overlooking Kettle Run, a creek he had gone down to more times he could remember, the rock he was on was aptly named Pot Rock, not because of the drug, but because it looked like an overturned cooking pot, or it was supposed to. This had been his getaway since he was young. This place was perfect, right between his house and Bella's, his best friend, and had been their meeting place since they were kids.
As he sat there, listening to the creek, he thought back on how much had changed since they had first met well over a decade ago. His father had had a stable job then and they had had an actual house. But when his dad's hand had been crushed in a work accident when Jericho was thirteen, things went downhill quickly. When he was fifteen his mom had left and his dad had to sell their house. They had moved to a trailer a few lots down from their old house.
As he reflected on things, he began to realize how much worse things could have been if Bella had not stuck with him. She had been the one to slap some sense into him, literally, when he started getting into drugs freshman year. She had been the only person to go to every one of his football games, even made her own jersey with his number on it. She had been the light in the darkness, she was the one he could go off with to escape his drunken father. And now he was about to leave it all, to leave her...
Heaving a sigh Jericho looked around, wondering where she was at. It was November in the hills of Tennessee, not exactly the coldest time of year, but far colder then he was dressed for. He was wearing old jeans, beat up sneakers, a t-shirt and the newest piece of clothing he owned, a zip up hoodie that Bella had gotten him last Christmas. He had cropped his hair shorter a month ago, when he had gotten word from the recruiter that he was in, and she had been a little irked with him. She had always liked his curls. Looking around his eyes settled on his old car, a beat up 1982 Oldsmobile Cutlass he had kept alive for the last few years. More then likely it would need ot be push started, as it needed to basically all the time, and it was far easier when she was here to start it while he pushed, rather then doing both himself.
Where was that girl?
As he sat there, listening to the creek, he thought back on how much had changed since they had first met well over a decade ago. His father had had a stable job then and they had had an actual house. But when his dad's hand had been crushed in a work accident when Jericho was thirteen, things went downhill quickly. When he was fifteen his mom had left and his dad had to sell their house. They had moved to a trailer a few lots down from their old house.
As he reflected on things, he began to realize how much worse things could have been if Bella had not stuck with him. She had been the one to slap some sense into him, literally, when he started getting into drugs freshman year. She had been the only person to go to every one of his football games, even made her own jersey with his number on it. She had been the light in the darkness, she was the one he could go off with to escape his drunken father. And now he was about to leave it all, to leave her...
Heaving a sigh Jericho looked around, wondering where she was at. It was November in the hills of Tennessee, not exactly the coldest time of year, but far colder then he was dressed for. He was wearing old jeans, beat up sneakers, a t-shirt and the newest piece of clothing he owned, a zip up hoodie that Bella had gotten him last Christmas. He had cropped his hair shorter a month ago, when he had gotten word from the recruiter that he was in, and she had been a little irked with him. She had always liked his curls. Looking around his eyes settled on his old car, a beat up 1982 Oldsmobile Cutlass he had kept alive for the last few years. More then likely it would need ot be push started, as it needed to basically all the time, and it was far easier when she was here to start it while he pushed, rather then doing both himself.
Where was that girl?