Tyler POV
I'd just finished my last deal of the day, and I was exhausted. One of my customers started a fight with me about how expensive the product was and told me he wasn't going to pay that much, I just said that that was fine and he could go somewhere else instead, but he kept talking about making it cheaper. It annoyed the living hell out of me, so I did what anyone in my line of business would do, I punched him. And luckily, he left straight away. Or rather, he ran.
Dealing drugs is the complete opposite of working at a cafe, but you still get assholes trying to pick fights.
I hate this part of my life, but I can't control it if I want to leave foster care and get my own apartment. The cafe job doesn't pay that much, so I had to turn to other areas of work, the amount of money I get from this is double the amount at the cafe, and by the end of the year I'll have enough.
The job itself is pretty easy, I just get given a bag of drugs, and a list of customers. I then give the customers the drugs they asked for and if there's any additional people wanting drugs, I sell. So basically, some people "pre-book" and others just walk in. All I have to do is make sure the drugs are sold correctly and I get 5% of the profit.
I'm not new to dealing either, I've had to do some sort of shady shit every town I've ever lived in. I've been in some pretty rough gangs ever since I was 14, I was taught how to fight and fend for myself when nobody else would. Life has never been simple for me, or at least not since my parents died.
Anyway, I've just finished for the day, and although I'm tired, I don't want to go "home" yet. The other kids at the foster home are loud and all they do is give me a headache, the foster parents aren't that great either. They're strict and always shouting, they force the girls to never wear makeup and they encourage them not to eat for long periods of time if they get a little bit chubbier, the boys get treated the same way but for other reasons. Such as we are forced to eat limited foods and we aren't allowed any friends over or it will "destroy our focus and behaviour". They are verbally abusive and not very nice people.
They are also extremely homaphobic.
I could just go to the bridge instead, it's peaceful and its away from the home. People always get nervous when I tell them that I like to hang out at suicide bridge. They always ask me if I'm okay, which is sweet. It's nice knowing that people care.
Nobody ever goes there so there's nobody to give me a headache, and it's nice to take a break once in a while. I might even stay there for the night, I have spare clothes at the cafe so it's not like I need to go to the foster home for any reason. And it won't be the first time I've ever slept there.
I get in my car and start the engine. Its a calm night and the sky is pretty clear. I check my phone to look at the time.
It's 2:23 am.
I have about 4 hours until I need to be at the cafe, so that's not much sleep but it'll have to do. I'll just have to steal some coffee.
The drive to the bridge was quick and it only took about five minutes. I parked my car on the curb and made my way towards suicide bridge. To my surprise, I wasn't the only one there. There was a silhouette of a boy in the distance, his body looking over the edge and staring at the water. I could tell what this boy was trying to do, and if was any other day I would have just walked away. If it was any other day I would have got back in my car and drove somewhere else. But for some reason, I found myself waking towards the boy.
As I got closer his features became clearer, and my eyes widened as I recognised who the boy was, and my heart dropped.
It was Noah. It had to be. But why?
"Noah?" I questioned, hoping that it wasn't him. Praying that it wasn't him.
I saw the boy flinch at the sound of my voice, then he turned around to face me.
"Hi, Tyler" Noah said. My breath hitched at the sight of him, the one person I actually cared about. He looked so empty, so sad. His beautiful face void of any emotion, his eyes dull. I was lost for a minute, wondering if this was really Noah. And then I remembered where we were, and where he was standing.
I had to quickly gather my thoughts and try not to panic. The boy in front of me was the one person that made me feel close to happy, and he was about to leave me behind. The easily flustered, selfless, honest Noah was going to kill himself. And I was just standing here, staring at him.
I began walking towards him slowly, not wanting to scare him.
"Noah, please get down" I begged, my eyes not leaving his. I remembered the first time I met him and he was staring at me, it made me uncomfortable at first but as I saw his eyes grow wider and wider as he was checking me out, I began to smile. He was cute and it was funny, so to see his reaction, I coughed loudly and he immediately turned away, his faced flushed and adorable. His friend then finished her order and was waiting for him to order his meal, but he was too embarrassed to talk so his friend kicked him under the table and he shrieked like a girl.
It was the first time I'd smiled in a long time. Noah just seemed to make me happy for no reason, and it was just so comfortable being around him.
Noah shook his head at me and I grew even more worried, which I didn't think was possible right now.
"Noah, please. I'm begging you. Please come down" I said, the desperation was clear in my voice as I tried not to panic. The time I've spent with Noah has been some of the happiest memories I've made. When we went on the walk together, the way his eyes lit up, it made me feel safe. He looked so beautiful, and I'm not afraid to say it. I know I have feelings for Noah, but I know I'll hurt him in the end. But that doesn't mean I don't want him by my side, and right now, I want him by my side more than ever. I need him close to me.
"I don't want to-" he began to say, I examined him features and his face grew sadder. Seeing him like this made my own eyes begin to sting, and I hated it. I have never been so scared in my life.
The next few seconds that passed were tortuous, I just waited for him to continue speaking. I just wanted to hug him and bring him back down, tell him how much I cared for him. But I knew he needed to say whatever he was going to say, but when the next few words left his mouth, my heart began to break.
"I don't want to live anymore!" he yelled. His words struck through every wall I had built, and I nearly came crashing down. His words held so much weight, and so much sorrow all I wanted to do was wrap him up in my embrace. So that's what I did. I ran towards him and I gently pulled him down from the ledge as he cried. I felt him grip tightly onto me and Bury his face in my chest, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around him.
He just held on tighter, muffling his cries in my shirt, and I couldn't stop the tears from coming down my face. I hadn't cried since my parents death. I kissed the top of his head as I tried to tell him how much I needed him.
"Please Noah. Don't leave me. You are the one good thing I have in my life right now, I need you. Please don't leave" my voice was unsteady and shakey as I tried to hold back the tears. He had to understand how much I cared for him, and I don't known what I would've done of he'd left me behind.
"I'm sorry, I promise I won't try that again"
His words were sincere and I couldn't help but feel relieved.
"can I hold you for a little longer?" I asked him, careful not to go past his boundaries. He nodded and for the next few minutes, I held him close. And I didn't want to let go.
I broke away from the hug to see Noah looking just as exhausted as I felt, so I led him back to my car and allowed him to fall asleep in the backseat. He looked so at peace, but my heart couldn't calm down. He had just scared the living shit out of me, and I hadn't had time to process what he was about to do until now. And as I watched him sleep calmly, a smile krept onto my face. He was alive. That's all that matters. I'll talk to him about it when he wakes up, and I'll force him to go see a therapist because I never want to see him like that again.
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