unbreak the broken ✘ shawn hunter (BMW)

F I F T E E N

I'm looking at the polaroids from Halloween when I hear the phone ring from the kitchen. Keith left for his "girlfriends" place about an hour ago. It's about 10pm now, so I have no clue who would be calling.

I get up off of my bed and walk into the kitchen, picking up the phone.

Before I can say hello, I hear crying from the other end.

My name comes through as a whimper, "Hello? Who is this?"

"It's Eric. I need you. Please." Eric says through sobs.

Chills run through my body, "Is everything okay?"

"Please, Ophelia," he begs.

"I'll be right there."

I hang up the phone and run into my room. I throw a sweatshirt and my converse on, grab my keys and run out of the door.

The entire ride my mind races with what could be wrong. Did something happen to his brother? Jack? His parents? Did he break up with someone that I didn't know he was dating?

In no time, I arrive in front of the apartment building and quickly park, not even sure that I locked my car. I don't feel like waiting for the elevator, so I run up the stairs taking them two at a time.

I knock on their door quickly, the door being locked. Jack opens the door and pulls me in, "I have no idea what to do. I can't calm him down."

I look over Jack's face; it's red and his hairs a mess, like he's been running his hands through it for two hours straight.

Eric's nowhere to be seen, but I hear a crash come from what sounds like his bedroom, half jogging in that direction. Eric may not be the neatest person that I know, but I have never seen his room look like this.

His bed is in shambles, the mattress halfway on the ground. His drawers and closet have been emptied by him throwing his clothes around. There's glass on the floor, and a fist sized hole in the wall next to his window.

Right now, Eric is picking his clothes up off the ground and throwing them to a different location of the room.

He seems to be having some sort of breakdown. After assessing the damage, I rush over to him and take his face in my hands. He smells like beer.

"Hey. Eric? What's wrong? What can I do?" I try to look him in the eye. Tears are streaming down his face, and I can feel my own tears start to form. I try to choke them back to be strong for Eric, but I can't help my emotions when my best friend is in complete distress.

Eric, to my surprise, slightly pushes me away. I step back to stop myself from falling and end up hearing the crunch of glass from under me. Thank god I left my shoes on.

I stand a small distance away from him, "Eric, please talk to me. I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

"I don't want to FUCKING TALK," Eric starts screaming.

I stand dumbfounded. What do I do?

Instead of trying to talk to him any longer, I start picking up the glass on his floor so that he doesn't step on it.

"Stop, Ophelia," Eric demanded.

I don't stop. I'm not gonna have Eric step on glass just because he's going through something.

"Ophelia, I fucking said stop," Eric harshly shoves me away from the glass, causing my back to hit the wall behind me.

I straighten up, "I won't fucking stop, Eric. Go ahead, keep throwing your clothes. Let me get the glass off the floor."