Where Will You Be Waking Up Tomorrow Morning

117/18/idk-just read it

mentions of self harm and eating disorders—- pretty vague

"We have to leave to pick your parents up from the airport, hurry up Alexa!" I said, putting on my Ray-Bans, and sticking my phone in the pockets of my shorts.

"I'm coming BRRendon." She sounded pissed off, as she came down the stairs and pulled on a hoodie. For some reason it was chilly, even in septempber in vegas. Then I thought... what if she cut again, cause of her parents.

We were in the car and I noticed blood on her hoodie. "Alexa you're bleeding- I know you cut. I'm gonna pull over. I need to see, why did you do this? You could of said no to them coming out." My voice, tender yet firm, I pulled over to the side and she took off her hoodie. 

The cut wasn't that bad, at least not compared to the other ones. Just a scratch really.Relieved, I wiped the little bit of blood that was there and found a bandaid. 

"Alexa, I'm glad this one isn't as bad as the others, but please talk to me, think of how much it hurts me to see you hurt yourself. You are so beautiful, so very beautiful. I would give anything for you to see that, think of how you felt after the concert, think how proud you were. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." I grabbed her and kissed her, soft and tender, to try to make up for all the words I could never say, even beyond those.

"Oh Bren, I thought of you. That's why I didn't go deeper. I stopped when I thought of you. I just get nervous about my parents, they are just so dreaming towards me." She was leaning into my shoulder as I drove again.

Soon we got to the Airport, it turned out just Helen (her mom), could come. Her Dad had business to attend to. Probably, fucking someone she whispered to me, Alexa whispered that is. 

"How have you guys been? You two are such a cute couple! I'm so glad I could come out here. I had been so worried about Alexa she never talks to me." Helen was being kind, but cold. I can see what Alexa was talking about now.

"I've been good, Mom." Alexa was holding on to my right hand, which wasn't on the wheel.  We sat the rest of the car ride home in silence. By the time we got home, Helen was upstairs packing, and Alexa and I were doing dishes. 

" BRENDON!!!! I CAN'T DO THIS!!!" Alexa slammed down the plate and smashed it onto the floor. 

"Alexa, Alexa, calm down. Just calm the fuck down." My voice was strong, but soft. 

"Listen...I can't have mother out here ok. I just can't do it. It makes wanna die, and I'm not kidding. I told you we didn't have a good relationship and you knew that YOU FUCKING KNEW THAT!!!  AND YOU INVITED HER OVER HERE ANYWAY!!!!!" Alexa was shaking, and crying, and screaming in a way I  that I had never seen before. 

"I'm sorry. I'll have her leave. It's ok, baby, I want you to be happy. I wish you would of said no, she didn't have to come out here." I was now hugging an Alexa, who slid down the floor next to the broken plate only for her take a paper from her hand. It said simply, in scrawly handwriting. 95.4. 

"Is that what you weigh honey?" I was so worried, so stressed out for her. It left me no time to think for myself.

"Yeah..." She sniffled. "It is. I've been faking what I'm eating. I'll try harder next time I promise, I was just stressed." She had curled up into a ball in my lap. Her head resting between my knee's. 

"It's ok. Alexie, we'll work through it. I'm gonna tell your mom that something came up and she has to go.