I grew up in a small town in the middle of nowhere Eastern Washington. Not the lush forest and raining all the time washington. Dry, dusty, hills on fire every summer, racist, small town Washington. I’m not going to use real names for Towns but if anyone reading this is from eastern washington you’ll probably know where I’m talking about. The town I grew up in had only two bars in it, a post office, gas station, convenient store and two schools. Elementary and the high school\middle School was further down the road. Since there weren’t a lot of kids, the middle school and high school kids were all in the same building. Like I said small town. This story though takes place in the neighbouring town 15 minutes or so down the road when I was 15 years old.
My best friend Nathen lived in town right in the middle of the university in some of the lower income apartments. These apartments weren’t that bad for being low income like other places. They were nicely kept up and not to many druggies around that area but a lot in the surrounding. I prefered hanging out at his apartments and around the university than my shabby falling apart trailer residing in the middle of methsville. Nathen and I have known each other since kindergarden and have been best friends since the very first day. We ended up both getting in trouble for writing on the walls so we got put into chairs facing the wall together and we had gotten into trouble together ever since.
We went to the same school for the first couple years after he moved up here from Alabama. Eventually his parents divorced in 3rd grade him, his two sisters, and their mother moved out to the next town over, so he had to go to school out there. We could never just not be best friends for life. So we kept in touch with phone calls, emails and little letters telling each other about our days at school and how much we hated our teachers and stuck up peers and school, work we were proud of. We even got to hangout at each others houses for entire weekends every weekend. I had just turned 15 in December when I had to deal with my bio mother dieing of a drug overdose. Both of my parents were heavy drug users and my father is still to this day a drug dealer. I have a lot of horror stories growing up because of this but those are for another time. A couple months after my mother died my father went to jail for a bit. I don’t remember how long but it was a couple months.
He was in and out of jail a lot throughout my entire life, When he came out he was different, he was worse than before. He’d always been the devil himself to me but somehow he had became even worse.
Months later right before summer started my bio father kicked me out because I had told someone something that had happened to me. Again another story for another time. 15 and on my own I was couch sufering for awhile (I did end up finding a forever home) around my shitty tiny town just trying to finish out that year of school before summer hit. I felt like once summer hit and I had more free time I would be able to figure out what I would do about everything then. This was the early days of facebook and not everyone had a phone in their pocket so just like any normal kid in those days, the library is where I spent most of my days. We had an hour time limit on Billy. One of the names of the computers available for public use at the library. Slow as all hell and loud as shit I would scroll through facebook seeing if any of my friends were on to see if I could crash with them and their family for a couple of days. Nathen was the only one that was on and he was also the only one that had messaged me. His mother was gonna be gone for a couple of days for something or another and his sister’s were staying at their father’s house. Nathen and his father were never on good terms so he didn’t go over there to visit as much as his sisters. He was going to be home alone for almost a week and his mother agreed on me staying with him while everyone was gone. She just wasn’t able to come get me and the people I was staying with didn’t have the time or means to transport me into the next town. We agreed to walk down the trail that connects the towns, meet up in the middle and walk back together smoking cigarettes his mother had gotten him and weed we had obtained. ( we were considered the bad kids in town. We got into a lot of shit together. We had shitty lives and should’ve died many times but boy did we have fun.)