Creekington High's Pretty Boy (BXB)

SIXTEEN

I sighed, setting down my pencil looking at Joeys' name flashing across my screen.

I shouldn't answer it, but honestly I'm looking for any reason to not do this stupid Pre-Calc work.

My thumb slid across the screen slowly before putting the phone up to my ear. Faint sniffling sounds echoed throughout my ears, alarming me of any possible dangers my best friend may be in.

"It's Ma." Joey spoke evenly, "She overdosed, she's in the hospital now."

"What?" I found myself whispering

"We have to go home now." He sobbed on the line

"How? We don't have a fucking car and the bus only comes on the weekends."

Then, like God had sent an angel over, Grey came waltzing in the room.

"What's going on?" Grey muttered, walking over to me immediately.

"Ma overdosed and we can't get to the fucking hospital." I lashed out, almost losing control of my emotions.

Despite how anger I felt, even I could hear the pain in my voice. She's the only family I have left. Sure, she's embarrassing, an addict, and smothering at times, but she's still my Ma. I would do anything for her and I can't even be there for her now.

I hate this. I hate this fucking school.

"I have a car. I'll take you guys."

Really? Joeys asked softly

"Yeah, be ready in five."

I hung up the phone and wiped the stray tear on my eye. Grey simply frowned and opened his arms.

I shook my head, staring down at the floor. Strong arms enveloped me into a tight hug. My arms stayed crossed but I let myself snuggle into him. The truth is I wanted to be held I just hate that I'm so weak in this situation.

"I don't know what to do." I softly spoke against his chest

Grey didn't  say anything, he simply rubbed my back.

I can't see her like this. Not again.

Why can't she be better? Is her own son not enough for her to be sober?

I knew she was doing drugs again, but I didn't know it was this bad. Overdosing again. Why? Why Mama? Why can't you see there are people who love you?

"Baby, we need to head out if we're gonna leave and not get caught."

Right, we're not supposed to leave without permission. Stupid fucking rule. And they would likely make an exception in this case, but it would have to be discussed among the board and there is no time.

I hate this so much.

I just want Grey to hold me.

"Okay."

"Let me pack us a bag." He spoke softly letting me go for a moment.

He quickly grabbed a book-bag and packed some of my clothes as well as his. I stared at the wall until he went to the bathroom to grab our toothbrushes I assume.

My eyes then scanned over the picture of my family. Ma, Pa, and me. We all had on our brightest smiles.

Fortunately, the camera did not show Ma's bruises on the veins of her arms, or my fathers self-harm scars, or my bruises from the bullies at school.

There was something so painfully beautiful about it. Sure, we looked like a happy family, but it was the farthest from happy. There were far too many sins swarming around our family home.