The Deranged: Pt 1 Ch. 3

The two teens crossed over onto the Clayton bridge with ease. It was thirty dgrees and dropping, icy ledges and ralis led the way. But at least it was light out. Potter rethought the last bit. That's not good. It means mom is pro'bly still home. And I'll have to deal with much more shit than what i'm ready for.1

Potter rubbed her eyes absently. Moss had decided to take the quicker route home, which didn't always mean that is was the easiest way. Leading from Clyton Bridge is Parker's Park. Potter sneered at the dark irony of it. Th "park" as it were held no grass or child playthings. It wasn't a family friendly about it premises. The dude Parker wasn't even named Parker. Hewas a Weasely some-body who died long ago. Potter glance quickly around, careful not to make eye contact. Maybe once upon a fairy's dream it was a park. But now drug dealer's handed out everything from your mom's excedrin to black meth. Men's playthings stood at the edge of doorways and stoops. Potter advered her eyes as she saw one worker servicing a customer.2

But Moss couldn't have been more entraced. "Hey, Pots, was that cat gettin' done huh? Whys that girl...ah...oh." Moss stopped in his tracks, to get a better. Potter rolled her eyes. 3

"That's disgusting, Moss. Let's go." Potter resituated her baggge and began to drag her brother by the scuff of his neck. Twitters and jowls erupted upon the street block. 4

"aw, come on baby!Don't leave too soon"5

"i've got sumpum right here for you."6

"Bet I can make you feel better than he does!"7

Potter ignored the heat that flooded to her her forehead. She didn't feel anything for Moss, he was her brother for one, but it made her nervous to be called attention to in such a way.8

Moss pushed his sister off of him and fixed his clothes. "Can't a guy wach some action if he wants to. C'mon what she did with her tongue...that was pretty hot." Moss silently imagined the same thing happening to himself. 9

Potter rolled her eyes and scowled. Her brother could be such a pib sometimes. She sometimes wondered if they were even related. "look, just don't bring up that stuff when I'm around. I don't want to have to deal with those images. I've enough nightmares as it is."10

Moss shrugged and continued to walk ahead. He is just way too cocky. One of these day's he's gonna upset the wrong person and a girl he wants will shoot him down 'n' fry him. Potter smiled that would be hilarious to see. Not that she wanted her brother to be harmed but a couple pegs knock off of him wouldn't be horrendous.11

"What are you thinking about?"12

Potter snapped out of her dream and lost her smile. She hated when he asked her that. It was one of the few times that she found it hard to lie to him. Potter tapped her lapel as she thought up a ubiquitous answer. 13

"You." 14

Moss sneered flattered and intrigued. "Oh, really do tell? Is it just me or am I fending off sereval duces at once. No, wait I got it. I'm finally taller than you and I can beat you to the batheroom in the morning."15

Potter laughed at the last one. "Sorry but that will never happen. Naw, I just wondered when you'll lose you pigheadedness."16

"Never." And that was that.17

Potter bit the insides of her mouth. Of all her siblings only second to Chys, Moss was her fav. There was just something about having your brother as your bewst friend that made things easier. When she was sa Moss was there to make her laugh. Though the boy got on her nerves sometimes they rarely fought. Sometimes Potter wondered if she'd be like every other girl, if she wasn't related to Moss.18

The two came up to the fire escape and clambered up the iron fixture clamorously. Mrs. Hagens peeked out of her window and caught Potter's leg as she was going past.19

"Think you can quiet down, you little slut?"20

Potter narrowed her brows. "i'd rather be a little slut that a big fat whore with syph'." Mrs. Hagens swore and dug her nails into the girl's ankle. No one was suposed to know that she had syphillis, the woman had conveniently neglected to tell her husband as well. Moss looked back gripped a pole threateningly.21

"Let her go or this goes in your eye!" He pulled his arm back and took a stance as proof.22

"well, if it isn't our own Vince Fontaine! You made my niece cry. If you ever go near her again---"23

"-Don't worry. I've got better taste that self centered bitch, now let Potter go." Moss swung his weapon and ii crashed into the glass. The woman shrieked and ducked under her counter to avoid the shards. Both youths scrambled up to their floor before they were seen by anyone else. Potter unlocked the door and began to opened here mouth to scream. Moss came up behin her and gaped in horror. No! Oh, please God, NO!