His Heart's Desire

7

Nicholas

She's so god damn frustrating. Her full lips on display only for me when we were sitting in the car. We could've crashed because I kept trying to look at her. Her scent was still lingering in my car and it's making me dizzy. I just need more of her.

I sigh inwardly and run my hand through my hair. I don't have time for distractions.

And especially distractions from some low life girl. Who am I kidding? I'm a low life here. I'm such a fucking failure.

I clench my jaw tight in frustration.

A guy like me doesn't even come close to deserving her.

I park in my beat-up driveway. God, my house is just barely standing. And no one in the house gives a damn about the appearance, so I made it my duty to keep it running. I paid the bills too. Cause my mother doesn't even care about me. And my father is off god knows where. He only comes home twice a week for cash.

I pull into a spot I made for myself right beside the garage. I'm not aloud to park there cause that's where my mother smokes her weed.

"Mom I'm home," I yell slamming the front door closed.

"Bout fuckin time boy." She says staggering in here.

I ignore what she has to say and walk past her.

It's always the same anyways.

"You know I'm the one trying here maybe show your own mother more respect and come home right after school like you're told young man!" She says her voice rising towards the end.

Halfway up the stairs, I glance over my shoulder. She has a half-empty scotch bottle in her grip causing me to freeze.

"Where'd you get that?" I ask her.

"Your fathers safe." She says obviously like I'm stupid and leans against the wall for support taking another swig of the brown liquid.

She points the top of the bottle at me. "You have quite the mouth there mister."

I open my bedroom door not looking back.

If she wants to drink dad's liquor and get shit from him later, so be it.

"Don't turn your back on me, Nicholas!" I hear my mom yell and I lock the door with a sigh.

She starts to bang on it. "When your dad gets home I'm gonna make sure he skins you alive, you hear me! He's going to knock out all your goddamn teeth!" She tries to threaten.

I drop my backpack and untie my shoes. I fall onto my bed and only then do I feel my shoulders relax.

I hear laughing outside and lift my chin up to see.

Logan.

I sit up and open my window.

"Hey, Logan!" I yell his name halfway leaning out.

I watch his small blonde head look around him before eventually looking up at my window.

He waves at me with a wide smile showcasing his now missing front teeth.

"Wanna play Nick?" He asks hopefully and I'm already climbing down the tree.

I walk up to him as he jumps around with excitement.

"What's my favorite 7 year old up to?" I smirk.

"Soccer. Kick with me, Nicky." He begs and I laugh but nod regardless. It's quiet as we kick the ball back and forth for a while.