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She called, for the first time this month. Eliza's mother would call every 3 months but that's just Eliza being generous when she said it was 3 months. Ever since her parents split and got a divorce, it was never the same. Dad became more pushy on what she would have to do and what she couldn't do. Who she could hang out with and who she couldn't.
I mean at least she had freedom, somewhat.
And then there's this friend of hers, Hobie Brown.
The only Hobie Brown.
She loved how could do whatever he pleased. But she understood his situation, in which it probably wasn't the best.
But she still loved her life no matter how hard her father was on her. She knew he wanted the best for her.
"What did she want now?" He asked as she walked past him, in sort of a rush to put her shoes on. He probably overheard the conversation in which he would always have something harsh to say.
He was getting his morning coffee, in which she hated how he made his coffee. It was literally just coffee and water.
Yuck.
"She asked how you were doing, how I was doing, said she'll call me tomorrow in which you already know that will never happen." Eliza frowned knowing she was right.
"Good thing I blocked her a long time ago." He stated as he drank from his cup. "You walking alone?"
"Yeah, it's quicker that way." She lied as she finished tying her shoe laces and grabbed her hoodie from the hanger.
"I better not catch you with that boy." He shouted as she headed out the door, hoping he wouldn't give her a ride. The last time he caught her walking with Hobie to school, he followed them with his police car, talking to them through the speaker.
But you already know how that went.
"You know it, love you dad.." Eliza shouted back as she shut the door, speed walking through the hallway of the apartment, she then turned and made a sharp right.
"Took you long enough, mate." Hobie leaned off the wall and grabbed her backpack. She never asks him to hold onto her backpack, he just does it..for some odd reason.
"My bad, mom called." They both stood in front of the elevator doors, waiting for the elevator to come back up. The numbers increased as the elevator went up each floor.
"And how'd that go?" He glanced over at her, already guessing by her expression, it was the same as the other times she would call.
"Just how it would usually go." She sighed as they both got into the elevator, her clicking the button to go down as he kept his eyes on her. "She said she would call me tomorrow, but you know that's not going to happen."
He didn't know how to comfort her in these situations. He tried his very best but he couldn't do much since he was in the same situation, sort of anyways. He didn't want to say, "She will call you back tomorrow, don't worry about it" because he knows that would be him telling her a lie. And so, he just tried to comfort her in ways that'll make her laugh. He hated seeing her miserable and sad, it just wasn't the girl he knew.
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