*Jaime’s POV*

“You’re free to go,” the man said, forcefully opening the cell door. “I don’t want to catch you wandering the streets. Neither will I see your ass in here again.” The man was straight forward with me. I started strutting my way out of the cell, not looking back at the built, broad-shouldered man.

The main guy that owns this place met up with me before he released me. I sort of became friends with him because I wasn’t a bad guy.

“Listen, Jaime,” he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “It’s a tough world out there. So you take care of yourself, you hear me?” I nodded my head. “If I let you go, I don’t wanna see your pretty little butt in here ever again. Got it?”

I smiled widely at him. “Alright, Beau. I will try my best to keep my pretty little butt covered at all times.” He shook my hand and directed me out.

This is it. I can finally get the fuck out of here. Not that the place was all bad. They treated me right. It’s not like some prison where they beat you to death. It’s not that at all.

I always had my best friend Tony visit me whenever he could. Sometimes I would get a call from him and he would tell me that he couldn’t make it. That part made me a little sad because I never got any visitors.

My name is Jaime, pronounced Hime, and I live a shitty life. I already told you that my friend Tony is the greatest. We’ve been through a lot of shit.

My mother doesn’t give a flying fuck about me nor does my father. He left when I was only a child. I don’t recall the age because I was so young. He’s been out of the picture for a while and I hate him with a passion. There was a time when my mom cared for me but when I entered my first year of high school, she didn’t give a shit at all. No, wait, not even half a shit was given. Honestly. Even when I managed to “come out of the closet” my sophomore year, she flipped. She cussed me out and beat me up. Her own child. Who does that?

I never finished my junior year because I was in jail. I did half and fucked up the rest. I still have my senior year to go. I had decent grades and everything went down hill from there when I accidentally shot a girl. Yes, it was an accident, I swear.

Long story short, this dumbass I once called a friend lied to the police. I was over his house and we were playing with his gun. Yeah I know, bad idea. The trigger went off and…you can guess what happened from there. My friend didn’t cover for me like I did for him. The gun was his, not mine. I pulled the nozzle. He blamed everything on me. He told the police that the gun was mine.

Yeah, we’re not friends anymore.

I saw Tony leaning against his car, twirling his keys on his finger. I love him so much, but in a friendly way. He’s not gay like me but he’s always there for me when I need him the most.

Just a couple more steps to his car and I was out of this place.

“Hey Tone!” I fist-pounded his knuckles.

“Sup Hime Time,” he said keeping a straight face.

I hopped in the car in the passenger’s seat.

I was so ready to leave!

Before Tony slipped the key into the ignition, he handed me something strange. “Ummm, what is this?” I already knew what it was but I wanted to know why he was giving it to me.

He turned to me. “It’s a plane ticket.”

What the hell am I going to do with a plane ticket? “For what?” I angrily said shoving it to his chest.

He pushed the ticket back to me. “We’re going to San Diego.” He pulled out his ticket. “Your mom wanted us to go. I told her a while ago that you’re getting out of jail and she said that’s she’s giving me two tickets to San Diego. And she told me to go with you.”

“You’re taking orders from my mom?!” I yelled. I sharply faced my attention to the window, gazing out at the cloudy sky.

“It’s for the best, Jaime. Don’t even trip. Your mom doesn’t want you ending up in a steel cell again.”

“Why San Diego? What’s there? Is there a specific reason why she’s shipping me off there?”

“Us…and yeah. Better schools, less crime, and nicer people. She wants you to live a better life.”

I quickly turned my head to him. “I’m fine,” I lied folding my head down.

“No you’re not and you know it.”

“I don’t need a better life! My mom can’t control me anymore!”

He lightly placed his hand on my shoulder. “She’s just trying to help you out! She’s supporting you.”

I tugged his hand off my shoulder. “I don’t want anything my mom gives me! She never supported me before. I don’t need her help now. She can kiss the fattest part of my ass cheek!”

Tony seemed pissed that I wasn’t cooperating with him.

“Listen to me, you little fucking shit. I don’t give a damn if you’re not accepting the fact that for once your mother is trying to help you. But we’re going to San Diego and you’re going to finish school. You only have one year, or actually half a year, left and I’m putting you in Mountain View High. Second semester is going to start and you will finish.”

Only if they let me continue on. I didn’t finish my junior year. “Fine, what ever you say Sir, just drive.”

He dug his key into the ignition and we drove off to his place. We packed up his suitcase and headed off to my mom’s place. We gathered my belongings. My mom wasn’t home at the time so I didn’t have to come face to face with her.

So Tony seems a little, you know, like a boss. He’s a year older than me. I’m 18. I sort of wanna be like him when I’m older. He’s a great friend and very trustworthy. I look up to him like a big bro. I never had any siblings around me when I was growing up. That jackass of a father took away Chris, my younger brother, away from me. I had no contact with him and I still don’t. I don’t even know what he looks like or how old he is.

We left the house and off to the airport we went.

My name is Jaime Preciado and I truly live a Shitty. Fucking. Life.

Notes

*title credit: Upon This Dawning;)

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