Omaha Rebel

3. She's dead

We ended up waking up around 1 o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, so we didn't go to school considering it was basically over. We were currently drinking the Starbucks that we had just gotten.
"So how do you know Kalin?" She asked me causing me to choke on my drink a little.
"Well umm my friend Foosh kinda dragged me into his mess, he was already dealing drugs with other people before Kalin, so I didn't really know what he wanted until one night when he asked me to go with him. He ended up stealing money from Kailn, and then I gave it back, because I didn't want any trouble, and then Foosh had to make another deal, but was scared and made me and Target go with him, and then I told him I wanted out, and now I don't know how, but he somehow manages to know where I am every second of the day, yeah it's fucking scary, but I've gotten used to it. Anyway how do you know him??" I explained then asked.
"Umm literally the same way you do except one day my brother brought me along, because he didn't have the stuff, and Myles killed him right in front of me, and then they started going after me, and about 4 months ago I finished the last of the job, and said I wanted out." I said shrugging. I wanted to cry, but I won't, I just can't. I began blinking back tears rapidly, while Nate just stared at me. It's like he was reading me, but he looked confused.
"Why do you do what you do...like all the stupid shit. I mean after all the shit that's happened to you, why?" He asked still looking confused.
"I don't know honestly..." I said shrugging my shoulders. I stared at the floor in deep thought.
"Don't think about it to much." He said getting up.
"Where ya goin??" I asked following him toward the door.
"A place." he said walking out the door.
"Cool." I said closing the door. He left a lot quicker than I thought, maybe it was something I said. I sighed over the thought, and walked upstairs back into my room. I plopped down on my bed and groaned loudly.
*this is your cue to play a sad song*
I turned on the tv, and the news was on.
"Today's story is about a women who was held hostage, and was finally found dead in an abandon home. She goes by the name of Clara Stevenson, and has two kids." Tears started to form in my eyes.
"Mom?" I mumbled with my voice cracking. I let a few tears fall, but all the sadness soon turned into anger. I decided to take a shower to try and sooth me. I turned on some music probably loud enough for neighbors a mile away to here. I turned on the water, and waited for it to warm up, once it did I got in completely clothed. I sat down, and let the water hit my face.
"Bri I'm back!" I heard faintly over the music. I shut the door then got back in.
"Hey, Bri are you in there??" Nate said followed by a few knocks. I didn't answer, I couldn't. I couldn't speak, so much for being mad. After about 20min I guess Nate started to panic so he started banging on the door, not realizing it was open. Once he came in and saw me he sighed. I pulled my hair out of my face, and tugged on it at the top of my head (<~does that even make seance). The next thing he did was something I didn't think he would do. He took his shirt off, and climbed in behind me. He wrapped his arms around, causing me to lean on him.
"She's dead." I said emotionless. The only person I had left was gone, it's not like she cared for me anyway.
"Who's dead Bri?" Nate asked kissing my temple.
"My mom it was on the news." I said emotionless once again starring at the wall. I couldn't tell if I was crying, or if it was just the water from the shower hitting my face, maybe it was both, I just honestly couldn't think about anything.
"You'll be okay." he said kissing my temple in the same spot. He turned off the shower thing with his foot. He wrapped his arms tighter around me pulling me closer to him. We sat there for a while in silence.
"Where are the towels?" He whispered in my ear.
"In the closet thing." I said motioning a little to the closet by the sink. He got up, and grabbed a really big towel for the both of us. I got out, and he wrapped the towel around the both of us. We stood there in silence, and I felt like Nate's eyes were pricing through my soul for crying out loud.
"I'm gonna go changed..." I said walking out the bathroom, it was getting awkward.
(Outfit at de top)
I went back into the bathroom, and changed, then came back out. I decided to go back to sleep, because I honestly don't want to do anything. I grabbed my brothers favorite blanket, and wrapped myself in it waiting for Nate. I don't even know where he is at the moment, so I just decided to go to sleep without him. I soon felt the bed dip, and arms wrap around my waist. Nate snuggled his head into my neck waking me up once again.
"Nate." I mumbled. He groaned in response.
"What happened, less then 24 hours ago we hated each other, and now we're both cuddling like we're best friends." I asked.
"Look Bre, I know what it's like to not have anybody, and I don't want you to feel like that, because at first you won't notice, but then after a while it hits you....really hard." Nate said tearing up, and sitting against the top of my bed.
"How do you know I haven't already felt like this, like I have nobody." I said sitting up as well, and leaning on him.
"Because, I wouldn't be here right now." Nate said kissing the top of my head. I sighed and turned on the tv. I turned it on spongebob, and Nate chuckled.
"What SpongeBob is the best." I said looking offended. He chuckled again, and we began watching sponge bob.
"Wait earlier when you said Foosh brought you and target....who is target?? Did you mean the store, because I'm pretty sure that's not possible." I said looking confused.
"No I meant my friend Alex." Nate sad shaking his head laughing. I didn't say anything after that I just slowly drifted to sleep. I heard Nate sigh causing me to wake up even though I wasn't completely asleep yet.
"You know we actually have to go to school tomorrow??" I said. Nate groaned.
"Tomorrows Friday which means we don't have Mrs. Fucktard." I also said, Nate laughed at the name I called her. For the rest of the night we played piano tiles, trying to beat each others high scores. Then I finally drifted off to sleep with him next to me.
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Short chapter sry.