Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Crowbar ❯ Krobar ( Prologue )

That summer I'd taken more pain than in any other defined period of time in my life. Without school to get me away from the house without permission I was just doomed. However, this time I didn't have permission. Back then there was no God, there was no Satan, only me, my friends, and Uncle Blake. It was only the first day of summer, the day I decided to run away.

 

My uncle and I lived on the more calm side of town, where the kids played with firecrackers in their driveways instead of the streets, and the adults were sober every now and then. But the street I lived on was the most dangerous in the county. It sat in between two roads with smooth pavement, and moderately friendly people, but mine was horror. Every five yards it seemed that there was a hole, and every house was falling apart. Almost every hour I would hear the screech of a driver trying to regain control of his or her car right out my room window.

 

The risk of having a five hundred pound truck come crashing into your wall was fifty out of a hundred, which was too much for comfort. On foot you couldn't get off that street without at least getting flicked off, or having to stop and talk to a cop. Every once and a while Mr. Remington would chase me down the street after accusing me of being on his property. To that man, walking passed his house in the middle of the road was trespassing, and he loved to show off that machete of his. He and Uncle Blake were good friends; they liked to go out in the garage and get drunk, now and then having a good laugh while discussing my stupidity.

 

The street I lived on was called Krobar Drive; apparently by someone who wasn't to bright when it came to spelling. It was named that because it was just a long straight road with the end curled over into a dead end that lead into a woods; It was shaped similar to a crowbar. It was famous for all the tragic things that had happened on its pavement, and I was famous for living there. Everyone called it `The Crowbar', and using those words even adults knew what you were talking about.

 

In the past I'd witnessed two crashes, and one incident where I kid broke his leg because a drunk swerved over and hit him while he was walking. No one was killed in either of these incidents. But before I moved there at one point a women coming home from a bar drove straight into the house across from me, killing a toddler and herself along with him. The story gave me a chill, as soon as I got a job I was going to get both my uncle and I out of there, whether he wanted to or not, I wasn't old enough to live alone yet.

 

I didn't get along with Uncle Blake, so I spent almost all of the time I was at home in my room. I drew pictures most of the time; mom and dad had always encouraged me to keep up art. I'd joined the football team though, and didn't have time for art in school, so I just kept it to myself. I was better at football than I was at drawing, even though it wasn't what I liked to do; I had a chance at a good life playing football. Besides, all the guys looked up to me, and all the girls wanted to date me, all of them except her.

 

Ally had been my best friend for five years, all through Junior High and my freshmen and junior years. Needless to say I loved her as more than a friend, she wasn't beautiful, or smart. She was just fun to be around, and she loved to do the things I liked to do. But Ally was in love with movie stars and anyone with a god-like body and perfect hair. I had always been muscular, but I suppose that's not what cuts it anymore. She said she liked skinny boys with not too much muscle and tight clothes, something I never wanted to be. Truthfully, if I were going to try and be what she wanted I'd look like a fag.

 

In short, I was a big shot jock, high on myself without any sense of humor at school and with friends. But at home, alone I was a different; I liked to think about things that I doubt anyone would see in me. I thought about my parents, and who I'd be if they had raised me from elementary school, instead of my drunken uncle. I thought about who I was and whom I was going to be, but mostly I thought about Ally. I had so many drawings of her that my portfolio was becoming over flown. She knew I'd drawn her a few times, but if she'd seen that it had become an obsession I was afraid it would downright freak her out.

 

To myself it was obvious that I wasn't anyone I wanted to be, but I was everything everyone loved, not including uncle Blake, but to my friends and the kids at school I was an Idol, so I chose to stay that way.

 

Now that summer had come, I could relax and do whatever I wanted for the next three months. Football was over, and Uncle Blake had been less abusive lately. I could've killed him with nothing but my fists if only I had the heart, so I just took it. It didn't really hurt that much, but still my eyes watered whenever it happened. It was more the things he said than the things he did to me. I get beat up in football all the time, worse than anything he's ever done. But knowing that the pain was intentional made it all the worse for me. It would be a painful summer; little did I know, but the best three months of my entire life to this day.

 

 

Haven't actually written a piece with a prologue in a while, next chapter comes right away! Love reviews, they make me feel fuzzy inside and want to type more -nod-