The Boy Trapped

Chapter 15

Nyxon's POV
I shook my head.

"No. It's my fault. I chose to be annoying."

"But you were just worried about me right?"

"Yeah. How was I supposed to know if...you were safe?"

She walked up to me and put her hands on my chest.

"It's over. It happened. I'm fine."

"But baby..."

I shook my head.

"Let's move on."

She crossed her arms.

"I'm gonna fix this."

"I doubt it."

"I'm gonna."

"I-I don't think you should."

"Huh?"

"If you go talk to her..she might make you pick. I-I know how much your family means to you so...I know you'd pick them." I said as my voice cracked.

She cupped my face.

"I'll chose you."

"You won't have your family then. I-I can't live knowing that...you did that."

"But...look at what...she's doing to you. Why would I...want to stay with her if...she's hurting you?"

"She's your mother. I can't make you pick. I can't make you stay."

I felt tears falling. She started wiping them away.

"I-I want to stay! I-I hated being away from you!"

"I don't want to lose you like I lost Masie."

"You're not going to."

"I'd never forgive myself if...your mother disowned you."

"I love you. She can go to hell. She's hurting you. I hate when people hate you."

"I'm used to pain. I'm numb. I'm mentally exhausted. I haven't fully recovered. I've been fighting with demons since I lost you."

"Nyxy...why didn't you tell me you were depressed?"

"I did not want you to feel like shit."

"Okay. I've had it. I'm going to talk to her."

"I have to stay here then. I can't go to jail on my birthday."

"You're coming with me. You can stay in the car."

"She's gonna make you pick. So just..pick them. Don't ruin your life because of me."

She started to look broken.

"My life would be ruined WITHOUT you!"

"I-it would?"

"Yes!"

I managed to smile a little.

"I'm fixing this shit. Then we're doing something for your birthday."

"I can't talk you outta this, can I?"

"Nope. Not at all."

She pressed our forehead together.

"I'll tell you this again. I don't want anyone that's hurt you, around. My mother...is one of those people."

"I-I can't let you do whatever you're planning on."

"Well...you also can't stop me."

"I know. I know. That's true."

"We were robbed of 2 years. I'm not letting anyone fucking rob us of more years. There's no goddamn way in goddamn hell, I'd let that happen."

I fell to my knees. I wrapped my arms around her waist. She ran her fingers through my hair.

"You're okay. It's gonna be okay."

"P-please don't leave me!"

"My love look at me."

I slowly picked my head up. She cupped my face.

"I'm not leaving you. I fucking promise."