𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ♥

there for you

i layed in bed, not wanting to deal with the dread that is today. there's nothing in particular that made today dreadful, it's just how life has been recently. i was supposed to go to school but i hated it so much; no friends, boring nonsense for seven hours straight, torturous teachers who take out their personal problems on their class, and it's just straight up bullshit all together. i knew that i'd get in trouble for skipping school but at this point, i couldn't care less. i wanted to stay buried beneath my bed sheets and blankets for a slight feeling of eternal comfort.

i had fallen back to sleep after hearing my alarm but i was awoken by constant banging on my door. my eyes popped open and i shot my body up into and up right sitting position. my dad busted into my room.

"what the fuck are you doing home, jayla?" he yelled.

"i feel sick, i didn't want to go in." i responded in my best fake sick voice.

"oh, is that so? what's wrong with you then?" my dad asked. i sat there in silence, knowing whatever next came out of my mouth he would be mad regardless. "that's what i thought! you need to go to school, this is getting way too out of fucking hand." he scolded me.

"sorry, i'm not in the best mood to go. i'm tired." i said. tired is an understatement to how i felt, but no matter how many words there may be in the english dictionary non can describe how i feel.

"tired? you're fucking tired?! you're sixteen years old you wouldn't understand the feeling of tired if it slapped you across the face" my dad was practically red in the face at this point. and i'm surprised i wasn't at his words. kids have feelings like adults sometimes even worse, how is that a hard concept to wrap his head around? it pushes me past the point of annoyed when he says stuff like this.

"dad, i'm a human. i'm obviously going to get tired, everyone does at some point."

"are you talking back to me?" my dad questioned me, "because if you are i suggest you stop it right now, young lady." i didn't say anything. i simply couldn't be bothered with arguing with him anymore. "if you're going to be like this i'm taking your phone, your laptop and all of your music off you until you go into school!"

what the actual fuck!!! how am i suppost to want to go to school now? music helps me get through everything, without it i'm going to be ten times worse.

"dad, i'm sorry but its literally one day!" i raised my voice a slight octave higher than it was just before.

"i know you're not yelling at me." my dad walked towards my record player, picking up every record he could. despite my constant saying of 'no', he continued taking each and everyone of them until there was no more. he then took my phone and laptop, leaving me with nothing but myself and my thoughts.

"don't ever fucking talk to me like that ever again!" and with a slam of my door he was gone. i sighed, letting the tears flow down my face. i was angry, i was beyond sad, i was frustrated and i was just plain and simply done. i dug my face into my pillow, screaming into it in hopes to somewhat relieve the pain i have inside of me. whilst crying i heard my floorboards creak, without looking up i knew it was tate.

"i'm sorry your dad's being a dick, jay. but please don't cry. he's not worth crying over" tate softly spoke.

i sniffled, "he just doesn't get how i feel. he thinks because i'm a teenager that i don't have problems, its a bunch of bullshit!"

"i know. i know how you feel though." he said whilst moving himself to sit on my bed with me. he took me into his arms, resting my head on his chest so i could hear his heartbeat. "do you want to talk about it?" all he wanted was to comfort me and let me know that everything's okay, but i knew it wouldn't be okay. i shook my head no and said a small sorry.

"there's no need to be sorry, i'm always going to be here for you like how you are here for me. we have each other for a reason, jayla." he lifted my chin up so that my face was in line with his and gave me a smile. he wiped away my falling tears and kissed my cheek, making me feel warm and comforted inside.

"thank you tate. really, i mean it." i mumbled.

"what are best friends for, hey?" he replied back making me let out a little laugh.

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this isn't the best thing in the world and i feel like i'm saying this for alot of my imagines but like they aren't the best. 

thanks for reading ily!

-abi<3

19/11/2022