Love Me Hard

Chapter Five

Kelley's Pov
Usually random events from school never stuck through my mind. Unless it was like something to do with tests, and grades. Or seemingly talking inside my mind at everything I saw and witnessed during the day. I didn't think detention could actually be that fun now that it had been over. I could say I had some new interesting friends with new habits.

I was sure Caleb had fun with drugs, Sara was bittersweet lost in her own mind, and Trevor... He was a teen that just knew too much of the dark world that was life, and expressed it very openly yet no one really could handle the truth about it. As promised we all kept in contact after Friday.

Could I also say that group chats could be the bane of my existence to it going off at random times of the night. It was the following weekend when I was doing a quick shift at my job. I wasn't too sure why, but I always assumed that I could help people with my big mouth of mine. So what better use than to work at a teen hotline.

It wasn't just for suicide but I would talk to them about problems and listen. I strongly could say I was good at my job. It was the usual Saturday night, on around my fourth energy drink since I was gonna be here till 12 am.  I spun around a couple times in my chair before I leaned across the desk to grab the building phone scooting close towards me, looking at the number I blinked couple times.

I know this number, it's called here a few times every other weekend but that's not where I remember it, after pressing answer and moving the cords of the phone to urge the heavy device close  as I spoke gently.

"Hello, this is the teen hotline, remember that everything you share with me here is confidential you understand that yes?" I could hear lightly music in the background before it was turned down a bit hearing shuffling before a husky groggy like voice was speaking back.

"Yes I understand, I've called here a few times actually. I think you are the same one I talk to each time." I found myself smiling lightly to myself hearing him shuffling around before the music was shut off.

"Sorry about that. Forget I listen to so much music so much, I always have my headphones in now that I recall. Especially at school." Little bells were going off in my head as I pressed my left fist onto my cheek hiding in the crack in my tone as I stammered out a question.

"So you listen to a lot of music? They do say music is an escape." It was silent for a couple minutes before he was chuckling.

"Yeah I listen to a lot of music I have a new friend she always is yanking my headphones off my ears in the hallway. It was annoying at first but now I always know when it's her behind me." Once again my body tensed up and I found myself shutting my eyes roughly. Fuck me.. This is Trevor.. I even knew before we had detention when I first heard his voice I had heard it before, now I was freaking out a bit.

"Yeah? I'm sure that's something new. Uh what did you wanna talk about tonight?" I could so hear the crack in my voice pressing my fist away from my face to quickly hold my temple mentally panicking like a mad man.

"Are you alright?" I shut my eyes tightly before I found myself muttering to him slowly.

"Nirvana... You like Nirvana." It was so quiet like a pin could drop before I heard the softest laughter, hearing him almost exclaiming you could hear the smile on his tone.

"No way, Kelley? You work at the hotline? And I've been sharing so much business with you for like weeks. How ironic that we became friends wouldn't you say?" My own quiet laugh left me as I shook with laughter.

"Well well, I would say it's quite ironic isn't it Trevor." We both were chuckling quietly with one another, I found myself smiling gently sitting back into my chair firmly as I spoke to him softly grabbing my notepad, I flipped to the page that was filled with stuff he had told me in the past, clicking my pen gently as I spoke softly.

"What's on your mind tonight yeah?" He shuffled around a few more times a heavy sigh was replaced with the once happy tone he had, before he was speaking in a tender like tone.

"I do apologize before hand that I might be... Trauma dumping a lot tonight and usually I would just talk to my mom about this, but my dad isn't really handling it all that well. A couple days ago a cousin I was really close to overdosed. My mom has more sympathy while my dad is just saying it was her fault. It's like he sees her as just a junkie when that wasn't how I saw her." I listened intently to him, you could hear the pain laced under his tone.

"No of course not and it's not right of your dad to just assume that. You know having lost a close family member." He let a small grunt out with a scoff.

"That's my dad for you sometimes he understands things. Other times he dismisses it. She just was in a lot of pain.. And never knew how to handle it in a healthy way." I hummed in content as I spoke in a understanding tone.

"I am sorry for your lost Trevor, and I know each day isn't gonna get any easier. I know how everyone handles pain differently, and I know me just saying that it will be okay. Isn't going to help. But it will be okay." I assured him hearing how heavy his breathing sounded before he weakly muttered out a soft thank you.

"Thank you I needed to hear that Kelley." I faintly smiled more before grabbing the page with the notes ripping it out and tearing it up as I smiled softly at the wall.

"You're welcome Trevor, what are friends for yeah?"