Barcelona

Chapter 66: Barcelona

 

 

 

 

            In a pit of despair he was immobilized. His friend arrived over to him momentarily only to go check to see that the ghoul was dead for sure. The thing was gone completely. If it was gone for good he couldn’t say. Impertinently, David swung him up into his arms and walked him back up the hill as far as he could. He got to the point where he was unable to carry him anymore and put him down. Trevor made up the hill on his hands and knees like a four-legged animal, making sure he didn’t grab any s**t from such. He asked David to drive and to set him into the passenger seat, he obliged. Shortly after, they reached the crossroads, he asked which way he turned. “Why does it matter? Just pick a way home.”

            “Really? How come?” he said. “What do you mean how come? Why do you wanna know which way to get home.”

            “Because I don’t know which is the longest way, I need you to tell me.”

            “You need me to tell you? You know these roads just as well as I do.” He told him.. “I’m sure I do, I just… I don’t know if you want me to go back up through town or what. This is your car.”

            “Okay. Pick one. I’m telling you to pick one.” He answered. “Okayy.”

            He went left because it was the best route back to the neighborhood. “I figured.” was all Trevor uttered. He was shot back with a “Mhmm.”

            He hung his head low in the car seat waiting to be mobile again. It wasn’t commencing, he softly spoke and asked David if he really killed it. “I’m pretty sure. What was it anyway.”

            “I told you, an invisible cast-wrapped creature. There’s not really much more to it.”

            “Alright, gotcha.” He concurred. “Just take me in my house, will ya.”

            “You got it, man.” He agreed. “Good.”

            Trevor had to relieve himself once before going to bed. He crumbled a few times before he made it down the hallway. In a trance like state, he worked his way under the bed covers and messed around in his brain for a little while. It was the most pain he’d ever been in. He fell asleep once he reached a passage where he could manage the pain. Fidgeting, he came out of his sleep at somewhere near eight o’clock, though he’d been out till about four in the morning, not that it wasn’t imperative he’d done so. For fifty seconds he sat up wheezing and hyperventilating because he’d probably broke the paralysis completely somewhere in his sleep. He operated properly, going to the bathroom and brushing his teeth in time to catch the morning news. No lie that he had an injury. He plucked off his shirt and jeans and found bruises all over his torso, legs, and arms. He got in the shower and screamed at the top of his lungs because it stung all over right when the water got the slightest bit hot. He had to jump out some teen times to bear it. It wasn’t until nine that he got out his phone and started pulling numbers. He looked over the one he found at Lester’s house. He remembered he’d already taken care of that. He had fun pressing buttons for at least an hour playing some stupid game that involved putting blocks into places that fit together. It was a rather old and drab game but it kept him occupied. Once done with that he punched in some messages to a few unreplied texts to people he didn’t really want to talk to. He wasn’t worried though.

            Washing some clothes and punching them in on soil heavy, he sort-of wished there was a method to washing clothes in no time. With this thought he planted him bottom on the toilet seat and took an early s**t. He searched his mind far and wide, thinking of where he could go tonight. Nothing came to mind. He unbottled a beer on a Saturday afternoon and helped himself to it. Sating and delicious. Losing his grip on the bottle he dropped it and the last bit slayed out on the floor. He licked the opening trying to get a drop or two. There wasn’t much there. He wrung out all articles of clothing and tossed them in the dryer and watched them cling to the sides spinning around as he stood there. It wouldn’t take much time to see them dry. He tried on a pair of clean clothes and decided he didn’t like what he was wearing. He took the time to wait for the rest to get dry. Wishing he had something to do he hungered but rescinded this notion for the idea he might just get something to go somewhere today. He pointed out the funny line from a movie as he sat there watching television. He got on the computer. He rationalized that he hadn’t been on in a very long time. He moved through the screens to get to where he needed to be. He wrote out a web address he knew distinctly. A new social networking that didn’t have all the bulk of Myspace. He slopped together a fresh profile and greeted it with some backing information that was less than formal. The site known as Tracebook he heard did have a design that allowed for an interactive widening of self-promotion and expression. Livening the outreach, he got most of the people he truly knew in a matter of three hours. He felt materialized when he opened it up and saw a smattering of posts thrown up on the board. As if by magic, he received a message instantly. Though he didn’t reply to it. He imagined he might text that person later, considering he had their number, and closed the browser.  He wrote out a few concepts in honesty on Wordpad, he didn’t do any sort of listing. It was a poetic endeavor, and it came out fairly clean. Right as he did so, one of his parents walked in the door. He waited till they’d passed by and went down the hall to get another beer and focus a little more heavily on what he was doing. Finishing up around noon. After that he rode out, after asking this time. Shockingly enough, with a belly full of beer and a smile on his face for now. He called Jamie. He answered and invited him over.

                “How’s it going?” were his first words to Jamie when he arrived. “Not good man, I got a lot of money problems and other stuff circling around in the air.”

                “Oh, is everything okay?”

                “Nah, not really, I’m scared we’re gonna lose our house.” He said. “Well s**t man, I don’t exactly need your help today, but are you tryin’ to do something?”

                “Yeah man, let’s get out of here. I need something to take my mind off it all.”

                “That’s what I like to hear.” He told him.. It was still the early afternoon, and he troubled himself to some food at his friend’s house. Though they weren’t as close as David and himself, Trevor had a newfound relationship with him. It took a lot of effort to even tell him about what was going on, but it was worth it through it all. Trevor took to the new accommodations he had at Jamie’s and liked his company. The downside to this was that he wasn’t prepared to just let him find his way on his own. He needed the informative side to developing hellish skills and wielding them. First of all the day was going by way too slowly for Trevor’s taste, and on that note he opened up the unwritten text that he was concocting in his head earlier and sent it. Trevor hadn’t been in a relationship in a while, though he frequently talked to girls regularly. It was kind of a thing for him. He started off with a hello and then ended up typing over a paragraph. It was just the way things went. Never mind the obvious obliviousness to her actual life. It wasn’t something to berate himself about. No, not this afternoon, by the time the later hours rolled around, him and Jamie had been sitting there for God knows how long shooting the breeze and counting how many times he could pull up a new band on the internet. Trev couldn’t wait for the evening. He started off texting four people in succession and coming off the wayside a bit with his engaging with Jamie. There wasn’t much going on until he perked himself up at the seven o’clock hour and felt the dire need for entertainment. He entrained on the mirror once and then walked out of the bathroom. He asked Jamie where he wanted to go and suggested a bar.

                Before he knew it they were ready and off to go. “How about it?” Jamie asked him. “How about what?” Trevor asked. “I was gonna put this CD in.”

                “Oh. Okay. Go for it.” Trevor always said go for it. It was rather deluded in retrospect. He could never think of anything else to say when he didn’t want to tell someone else what to do. No matter, he was hoping the place wasn’t a snooze fest. No doubt he had to be much more upstart than he was used to. This time he would try to control himself. Not ten minutes later they were there. They mainly sat outside and drank beer. Jamie got his beers for him since he wasn’t twenty-one yet. It was a nice system they had going. It felt kind of like they were just purchasing and drinking though, and not actually being at a bar. But, Trevor guessed that was something that would come later. He relished the thought of counting the days until he was twenty-one, or even the minutes. He opened up a beer bottle, they’d ceased buying glasses and serined himself. For once, it wasn’t an under pressure type of deal. If could he would do it again sometime.  Likewise, Jamie was having a ball. He was taking them back like there was no tomorrow. With who knows how many under his belt. The most relaxing day of Trevor’s young life begun and ended like that.