Scatter Hearts

54| After the party

Journal Entry # 19 Saturday, 6:30pm 2019

On the car ride home, after the memory of saying goodbye once again faded, the real world and moment set in. Dad was concerned why Orion always wore black, or dark colors. I stared at his reflection in the rear view mirror. I breathed in and sighed, another can of Adults Don't Understand, about to be opened. "He's emo, and depressed, because of a girl he met some time ago before me-.." I began.

Dad looked at Mom. "That could mean he's emotionally unstable."

I scoffed. Dad partially looked at me in the mirror, and the road. I leaned back in my seat.

"You need to be careful."

I stared out the side window. ..Here comes the fucking lecture.. I barely heard or remembered what they said, aside from a few bits and pieces.

"-People like that are next in line to do drugs-"

"-Dangerous-"

"-Watch out for people like him-"

I frowned as we passed my school. "He's not like that." I said annoyed. "I know," Dad said. "But be aware of red flags like that..-"

He went on to explain his experience with someone he had encountered on the phone for a deal or leasing. When they received bad news, according to Dad, they exploded with anger.

We pulled into the driveway. "That's different people." I said.

"You're right," Dad said, parking in the garage. "But every case is different."

I frowned, opening my car door. "Orion isn't like that. "

Dad stepped out of the car too, and went to the front, to the house door. "-I didn't say he was.-" He walked into the kitchen, followed by Mom. "- He very well may not be-"

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