Chapter 12
Bored
It was around 7pm, they had been driving straight since they left the bar, and John was getting antsy and bored.
“Luke we need to stop somewhere, a store, a rest stop, SOMETHING, I can’t take all this driving for so long.” John argued.
“Where do you want to stop John, the last thing we saw on this road was a run down shack that some guy was selling “chicken PRODUCT” from,” Luke replied.
“The next thing, I don’t care if all it has is a port-a-potty, we are stopping,” John declared.
“Here’s hoping for a Bar,” Bo said gradually sighing as he woke up from a nap.
“Why so you can kill the 5 brain cells you got left?” Clark muttered.
“What’d you say freak?” Bo turned and gave Clark an icy stare.
“I said why, so you can kill the 5 brain cells you got left… and I was being generous, probably don’t have any left,” Clark shot back.
“Why don’t you just shut the fuck up you…”
“Bo stop, Clark stop!” Luke demanded.
“Don’t start with me Luke, talk to the freak in the back,” Bo replied.
“You’re the only freak here,” Clark announced, “all your cousins know your selfish, they just feel to sorry for you to…” Clark didn’t get to finish because Bo jumped across to the back, which made Luke swerve; and grabbed Clark by the throat pushing his head back against the seat.
“Bo!” Luke shouted.
“Why don’t you just shut the fuck up before you regret it, you son of a dumb fuck!” Bo was seething at this point.
“Bo stop it,” Jesse said trying to break them up, but just got shoved back to his seat. John was on the passenger window side, and Jesse was in the middle between John and Clark.
Clark grinned and then suddenly he had Bo by the throat slamming him back into Luke’s seat, “do you think I couldn’t toss you through this roof if I wanted?” Clark seemed to go ‘red K, Clark’ style at that moment.
“Clark stop!” Luke said slamming the breaks; he had had enough.
“Here we go again,” John sighed.
Clark opened the door and tossed Bo out, as he himself got out, “that’s it; I told my dad I’d be nice to you but I can’t, you’re such a whining bastard.”
“And what do you think you are?” Bo said getting up off the ground, “all you do is bitch about how you’re not happy, when your mother died…”
“Don’t even talk about my mother!” Clark warned.
“Bo…” Luke warned; he knew if one thing would make Clark snap, it would be talking about Martha.
“No,” Bo glanced at Luke, “he comes here with his head up his ass, acting as if he’s the example of moral compass, when he’s the biggest selfish coward of them all,” Bo looked back to Clark, “when your mother died you ran, you couldn’t own up to it and you took off leaving YOUR father a nut case,” Bo went on, “don’t talk to me about being selfish, when my mother died I didn’t run off, I stayed with my grandparents, I helped them, I did not toss a fit and run, YOU DID,” Bo was up in front of Clark’s face.
Clark didn’t say a word at that point, because he couldn’t. He had done just what Bo claimed, he had ran like a baby leaving Jonathan to go through something they both needed to have gone through together.
“Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone,” Bo said.
Clark stayed looking at Bo as if he wanted to burn holes straight through him, but said nothing because Bo was right.
“Who knew he knew that?” John asked.
“Knew what?” Jesse said.
“That stone thing,” John replied.
24 Jun '09-10:51
Chapter 12 - Bored
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