Lost Cause (Tyler Carter)

Chapter 17

After school was out, I walked home, hoping my mom would be in a better mood and not still want me out. She doesn't have work today, so she will be there as soon as I get there.

Finally, I walked up to the front door and tried to open it, but it was locked.

"Who is it?" I heard my mom yell.

"Tyler!" I yelled back.

"What are you doing here?"

"Mom," I said. "please. You have to believe me."

"Go away!" She yelled.

"Can I at least get clothes?"

I heard her unlocking the door. She swung it open and stared at me.

"Get your stuff." She said.

I made my way to my room and started throwing stuff into my gym bag. Repeating Josh's exact moves from a few weeks ago. The only difference? I have nowhere to go.

I got out my phone and posted to Facebook.

"Need somewhere to crash for a while."

Once I got a bag full of clothes, I made my way out of my room.

Mom was standing in the living room with her back facing me.

"I'm leaving." I said.

She didn't say anything.

"I hate you. I never want to talk to you again." And with that, I walked out the door.

I checked my phone to see if anyone commented on my post. There was one from my Aunt Josie that lives in Washington.

"Why? What's going on?"

I didn't reply.

I put my phone back in my pocket and walked to the railroad tracks. When I got there, I sat on the rail and tried to call Michael. He didn't answer.

I decided to delete my post on Facebook because I don't want anyone to wonder what's going on. I'll just have to call people and ask.

I couldn't think of anyone to call that would let me stay. I was stranded.

Why do I even try? Why am I even alive?

I don't think I would even have enough courage to move if a train came. I don't think I would want to.

I got a call from Michael and I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I saw your post on Facebook. I was going to comment back, but you deleted it. And sorry I missed your call."

"It's cool." I said.

"So, what's going on, man?" He asked.

I shrugged even though he couldn't see me. "My mom kicked me out."

"What, why?"

"Well, I-" I started, but he cut me off.

"Hold that. Where are you? I'm going to come get you and you can come stay at my house."

"Okay, thanks a ton. I'm at the tracks."

"K." He said and hung up.

About ten minutes later, his car pulled up to the tracks. Situations like this makes me anxious to get my license. Mom was supposed to take me to take my driver's test next week since I just turned sixteen a couple days ago.

I opened the passenger's side door and hopped in. He began driving towards his house.

"So, what's happened?" He asked.