Punk In Love's

Determinedly

"Ah the strains of Chelsea music are always good to hear" said a cafe visitor who was enjoying Chelsea's performance on stage.

"Also beautiful to see, isn't it?!" connect someone else. They were just two of the dozens who were sedated by Chelsea's stunning performance at the time.

The atmosphere outside the cafe was drizzling, very supportive of the sad song that Chelsea was singing. Electric guitar tips, combined with the melodious sound typical of Chelsea as if to create a drizzle outside, creeping creates another drizzle in the heart of anyone who listens to the song.

"Kc.. You heard it was Peter, Chelsea had a lot of fans" Tom told Peter when his ears heard chattering from cafe goers.

"It's not wrong if I'm interested in him" said Peter, who was also impressed by Chelsea's performance. For a moment they forgot his desire to repay Chelsea's mischief to them.

"Yes, it's not if we forget that she has a lesbian partner." Ed chimed in on Tom and Peter.

The distance of the seats that the three of them sat was close to the stage, only a few tables of visitors only. Ed lit his cigarette while looking out the window of the cafe which still showed a drizzle in the sky Jimbaran.

"You're ruining Ed's mood." lamented Tom when he remembered the tomboy woman his target was Chelsea's lover. Ed throbbed with a slight shrug of his shoulder.

"Let's see, I can definitely make Chelsea move again." Peter stared intently at the rock n roll woman on stage there.

"Pet, you better give up your intention to reach Chelsea" said Ed.

"We've been friends with the lesbian couple, I don't want to ruin the friendship we've had with them." Ed was worried that Peter's intentions would only bring harm to their friendship with the lesbian couple.

"I'll keep coming near him Ed. You take it easy, if in the period of time I was here Chelsea did not show interest in me. I'll let him go to stay with Abigail." Peter said recklessly.

"Then what if Chelsea showed interest in you?" ask Ed seriously.

"Isn't that good? I'll take it from Abigail if my efforts really work." Peter spoke without hesitation.

"And that means you've put up a war flag with Abigail." Ed could not bear to chimed in the words of Peter who impressed.

"That's Ed's risk, when we want something there's always a risk we have to bear. And I don't mind that."

"I'm going to do the same with Abigail" said Tom, who has since listened to two of her best friends.

"You guys are really crazy." Ed desperately faced the recklessness of his two best friends.

"Yes, we're absolutely crazy when it comes to our dream woman." said Tom, grinning at Ed, who shook his head.

***

In a Los Angeles park.

A bird flew freely around the lush trees in the deserted garden. The dark sky did not make him afraid to go back and forth moving branches. Some small birds appear to roost comfortably on the branches of lush trees. Accompanying a homeless man who is coming to terms with the cold of a night in small-town Los Angeles.

The bum lay on the cold bench of the garden. Covering a thin cloth that was dusty, with his face tightly covered by a bucket hat he was wearing. Her clothes were tattered with badly damaged shoes attached to her feet.

No one knows, if in a blanket that covers his entire body and head, the homeless man is busy devising vile rotten plans. The bait came out without pause from his dry and pale mouth.

"I'll reply you j*lang! I'll make you feel what I feel in that damned prison." he muttered, recalling the look on the face of the girl who a few years ago escaped from her crib.

"You look at Chelsea, I'll look for you until I can" he said bitterly while holding back the sudden sting from his an*s hole.

Yep. That man was Albert Wilson. Chelsea's stepfather spent three years in prison for sexual harassment and abuse.

After spending three years in prison, and getting various kinds of violence and sexual abuse from other inmates, he decided to escape from the prison.

The prison in Los Angeles has a different design than the other prisons, the prison where Albert Wilson is languishing refers more to the design of housing as a room than a cell that is characteristic of the prison and this prison does not use iron bars on the door of his cell. Because in a special design using plate glass windows, balconies, and atria, exactly like office buildings.

By holding the pain all over his body, Albert growled furiously considering what had happened to him in prison.

Until one night, after He was no longer able to accept various kinds of sexual abuse, he was determined to run away. By making all the bruises and infections in his an*s hole, Albert applied for treatment. The goal is to get out of the nest of sexual predators.

When his plea was granted, Albert single-handedly planned his escape from the hospital where he was being treated. He managed to trick the officer who was escorting him, and ran away from the hospital.

Now, on his escape he hides out in a small Los Angeles town disguised in a bunch of kicks. Shabby clothes, bruises and a seedy face have kept him disguised from the relentless pursuit of Los Angeles police.

Currently he still wants to disguise himself as a homeless man who lives moving around, until later the police chase a little more careless. And that's when he will complete his revenge to find the whereabouts of Chelsea.

***

Jimbaran sky was already dark when Chelsea came out from inside the cafe, he looked at the sky that was still faithfully lowering the water grains with enough intensity to say swift.

Chelsea pouched her long hair into a ponytail, and looked at the clock on her wrist.

"Abigail must have been in the apartment." he muttered alone.

He saw the streets in Jimbaran which were still crowded despite the heavy rain, people passed by with umbrellas that they made themselves protect from the rain.

Tin.. Tin.. Tin..

"Chelsea!" Peter calls from the car he borrowed from Ed.

Chelsea turned to Peter who seemed to be driving a car, his position that was blocked by many people made Chelsea tilt their heads looking for his whereabouts.

"What's wrong?" chelsea said when he managed to see Peter's face.

"You're going home?"

"Yes, why?"

"Let's go up, I'll take you."

Chelsea was silent for a moment, for some reason her brain thought that Peter would work on her because of her actions at La Plancha the other day. He squinted suspicious eyes.

"Geez, take it easy I'm not as happy as you are Chelsea" said Peter as if he knew what made Chelsea speechless.

"What am I thinking?" Chelsea asked back.

"Just by looking at your face, I know what's in your head." Peter rolled his eyes lazily.

"Where's Tom?" chelsea asked when they saw that there was only Peter in the car.

"He'll still be here with Ed" he replied flatly

"Go to Chelsea, you want to go home soon or not." Peter was furious to see Chelsea did not go to him.

Chelsea was silent for a moment, she stared at the sky that was still reluctant to stop pouring rain. Slowly he exhaled, and looked back at Peter who was waiting for him in annoyance.

"Alright, take me back to Abigail's apartment" he said as he walked over to Peter.

Peter's eyes shone with delight to see Chelsea approach him. Along Chelsea's steps to get close to his car, a big smile graced Peter's face. His heart could not be denied, the presence of Chelsea really made him die of curiosity.

"Gotcha! Got you." Peter cheered inwardly as soon as Chelsea opened the car door.

***