Bad Boy Playground (h.s)

ten

Ribs

"Bless me father for I have sinned."

Sitting in the confessional, I start to feel the weight of what happened that night settle on me.

I can't tell anyone what happened let alone my schools priest.

Every Friday at Trinity Christian high school, us students are forced to attend confession because according to Sister Mary, 'teenagers have the most to repent for'.

Yeah, I'm reconsidering my baptism.

Did I have to go to a Catholic high school? No shade to the Catholics, I just find sister Mary scary and I prefer to go to a non denominational church. There's less kneeling that way.

But getting back to my point, I have a lot to confess I guess you could say. I should probably start with the phone call I got that night.

I was laying in bed flipping through a magazine when my iPhone rang. Looking at the screen I saw it was Harry and choose to hit ignore.

At the time I had made my mind up about us but wanted to tell him in person. I knew if I heard his voice I'd break and my first I love you to him wouldn't be special.

The phone rang again and once again I ignored it.

By the sixth call I finally decided to answer just so I could tell him to fuck off he's so annoying, but that's not how our conversation went.

"Harry-" I sigh, so done with him calling me. What I didn't except was his frantic breathing and cries coming in through the other line.

"Harry?" I said more attentive, more concerned and caring.

"H-hope, I-I fucked u-pp." He chokes out between sobs.

Still in my spandex and oversized Nirvana t-shirt, I sprung out of bed and started to tug my Hunter boots over my wool socks.

"Harry I need you to tell me where you are." I questioned starting to feel myself panic for his safety.

I've always been worried for Harry knowing how he pays for his tuition and his mothers bills. I pray for him every night that he comes home safe and doesn't get involved with more than he can handle.

"T-the trailer park on L-la Salle A-ave." He inhaled sharply and I couldn't help the tears starting to well in my eyes over how much it hurt my heart to hear him like that.

"Okay baby, you're okay. I'll be there in twenty. Don't move." I rush out, hoping he'd listen and try to calm himself down.

I was hoping we would stay on the line until I got there but I don't think he could handle it because he hung up right after I said I was on my way.

It was hard getting past my mother on a Thursday night but luckily she was enthralled with her latest favorite tv show, so it was pretty easy to sneak out through the kitchen.

I'm not gonna lie, walking out to my car in the dark always freaked me out. It doesn't matter if it's in my driveway or down an ally, I get goosebumps walking alone anywhere.

I never knew that my fear of the dark would be so insignificant compared to the nightmares I would have about this night.

About myself.

The night streets were empty as it was eleven o'clock, the streetlights leading the way into the neighboring city where Harry said he was. My grip on the steering wheel was tight, I remember seeing my knuckles white as I turned into the trailer park.

Abandoned beaten down trailers filled that concrete space, not a person in sight. I looked for Harry and couldn't see him anywhere. I was about to pull out my phone to call when I saw his long hair hanging in front of his face as he sat on the broken wooden steps in front of a double wide.