chapter 3

Chapter 3

Wait my bad

WeFor that hope he was humiliated for his foot bounced as he sat across from the familiar man who'd driven him home the other day, even in the comfort of his home he felt uncomfortable with the man's presence while an authority tempted him, the words he'd said, the rules hed set, all of which ronin struggled to let pass, and would have to stay that way as the man being his probation officer would become part of the new routine ronin hadn't got to make.

Ronin glanced shortly at his father who leaned over the counter watching their interaction that he wasn't allowed to step in on.

The man stood skidding the chair behind him and headed to the door, his father looked quickly at Ronin who had sat staring down at his hands that fidgeted under the table, turning subtly he closed the fridge with a stark squeak watching Ronin leap from the chair in a hard blink he followed the man out the door.

He'd stopped at the man's car where his sharp eyes looked at Ronin over the roof of the car, "back seat" he spat before tilting his head as he entered the long tan car, adjusting his mirror to Ronin's slouched figure, the car started with a vibrating rumble and a skid of the gravel beneath it had solidified it's movement.

His head grew louder as his hand rubbed across his face, shaking as he added to the conversation that had grown as he came closer to the school.

Ronin's voice soon mumbled over the noise of the car his mouth barely moved as his eyes locked out the window, "sure" man said as his mouth became a straight line without any recognition he'd spoken Ronin continued to talk, for his voice had grown in a high tone suddenly interrupted when the car came to a stop and the man's figure leaned over the seat looking back at him, ronin was filled with confusion as the man seemed to speak of the words he thought he'd said to himself in the long conversation that he woke into this morning and would just as well fall asleep to.

"Listen to Ronin, I'm not your therapist" his voice was sharp as it poked at Ronin's halted expression, "I'm more like your harness, so don't vent your shit to me" his eyebrow raised as he glared at Ronin, who's wide eyes looked back in a blare, the thoughts in his head spun as the reality he could hear him became valid, and yet the simplicity of the man's words provided comfort that held a stark contrast from the thousands of words that held no meaning. For as much as he failed to hide his vulnerability, he'd failed much worse at showing his frustration towards the pitty he hated, and yet knew he needed the most.

The man turned around abruptly with a sigh "A crappy harness for a broken dog," he scoffed under his breath before they exited the car approaching the small high school Ronin had left the year before, for he could see his mistakes hung on the wall as if the blend in with the posters and flyers.

Ronin couldn't help but avoid the walls as the day long on. The man had left after talking with his teachers in a private conversation that lacked every definition of the word, for he could hear the things they said, or maybe he'd made it up like the calm demeanor he attempted to portray.

Approaching the lich room, he peered in at the loud gymnasium. He wasn't hungry, yet he had been starved of the calm that never came. Ronin sat on the bench that followed with the door pasting loosely against the wall.

His eyes glued to wall behind him, for there lay a lesson no teacher could preform.

For these papers were long filled with the things he'd said, the things he'd done, and yet none of these lists could compare to everything he hadn't done, what he hadn't said, the things he still has yet to say.

Ronin's chest began to pound in an anger he hadn't brought on; he lay his head on one of his hands as his tongue seemed to repeat in the same motion within the mouth that hadn't opened and yet said the most words.

His fists tightened, making the skin over his knuckles grow to a white stretch as he squished harder, tighter, attempting to find a grip on his unnamed emotion his teeth seemed to grind to.

For he knew he have to let it out, it needed some way, anyway, to escape.

And before he could assume what he would do to let it out, he'd already done it, as he could only stare down in a newfound stillness.

The gymnasium opened as a group of students flew out, a certain figure slowed before noticing ronin's hunched stature, his eyebrows raised as he began to hear a fast mumble under ronin's breath, sitting down next to him, he almost urned to understand what he as saying. Tapping his shoulder the boy watched to see his reaction, which seemed to deny his assumption as ronin remained face down.

"You okay?" The boys voice was higher than others, filled with a comforting presence, Ronins eyes suddenly blared open as he turned quickly his stomach dropping as his familiar face struck a nerve he was sure had been damaged.