I Hate The Ending Myself, But It Started With An Alright Scene

Chapter 23: Heaven Help Us

○But can't tell if I've been breathing or sleeping, Or screaming or waiting for the man to call○

Friday!!!

{Bandit's P.O.V}
"Daddy, when is uncle Mikey coming?" Miles asked sweetly tugging on Frank's jeans.

"Soon little dude, soon." He smiled picking him up and literally throwing his son on the sofa as he giggled like little kids he is.

Everyone was rushing around tidying up and setting things up while apparently I needed to either leave or entertain Miles away from here. I decided to go with the later option since Ash and the boys would be getting ready themselves and at least this way I have a distraction.

"Miles, wanna come to the park with me?"

"YEAH!" He screamed, running past to grab his shoes. He was so cute!

"Thanks Bandit!" Lily yelled from the kitchen.

"Miles, be good okay! Do what Bandit says!" Frank yelled from i don't even know where.

"I promise!" Miles yelled back. So much yelling!

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"PUSH ME!" He squealed as he ran to the empty set of swings. I didn't understand this kid, he'd been to school already today and ran around a lot and now he practically raced me to the park and over to the swings. How was he doing this? It's like he runs on a different time scale to the rest of us, I swear!

Luckily for me, I had gotten myself suspended which meant I didn't have to go in to school which, of course, was great for me. If you're wondering what I did, it was minor but my school decided it was extreme enough to be suspended for a day. Basically I'd climbed a tree and hid up there for the majority of the day until about 4th when some of the jocks caught me and threw sh*t at me. Not literally, it was just stones or old text books, that kind of thing and I fell. The guy wasn't even one of the main jocks he was just trying to get to that point where the girls would be all over him and the other a**es would accept him into the little group they had going. So yeah, I fell and out of pure adrenaline I picked myself up and strutted over to the d*ck, punching him square in the face and kneeing him exactly where the sun don't shine. There were a few swings back in my direction but they're not even half as bad as previous ones so a little bit of concealer was all it took to cover them up. Frank and Jamia didn't give a damn and we're actually pretty happy that I finally kicked a** and took control.

Miles and I spent a good hour in the park before the cold New Jersey streets were getting a little bad-vibe-y, so we headed back home. Jamia told him to go take a nap so I took this as my opportunity to go get ready. I'm hoping this isn't going to be too big of a thing. I know Asher, Doug and Seth will be there, obviously Mikey and probably Ray.

I decided to take a shower, dry my hair and then straighten it. Wearing my towel as if it were a dress, I decided to start on my makeup. I started on my scars, slathering just enough concealer and foundation over any scar or mark hiding them until they're hardly even visible. Unfortunately some were being stubborn and the makeup was just not covering it which meant gloves are a definite. Once all of that was decided I did the normal thing and began painting my face with the same concoctions as normal, concealer, foundation, eyeshadow base, light dusting of a black eyeshadow, heavy eyeliner on lid and waterline. Once my hair and makeup was done, I laid my possible options for tonight along the sofa bed as well as the gloves I'd got. My options were a simple yet flattering black dress, a red skater dress, a white skater dress with some black Ivy kind of pattern around the hem of the skirt bit, a plain white dress with the skirt bit kind of featherd, a Wednesday Adams style dress or a satin black dress with a cool skull,  swirl kind of pattern.