Chapter Eleven

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My dad tracked me down and dragged me back to Wellsbury

I ignored my mom all yesterday

Now I'm walking in the kitchen while high

Phoenix. Mom said

I looked at them all at the table eating

I went over to the fridge and looked in it

Then it was closed on me

You are not doing this, you ran, you didn't go to your dad's, where did you go? She asked

Why I'm not your son, remember. I said and I opened a drawer and pull out a knife

I started to make a sandwich

Paul, take Ginny and Austin to school. Mom said

Let's go. Paul said and they left

Where did you go? She asked

I ignored her

Breathe

I picked up the knife to cut my sandwich but she took it from me

Damnit, I am trying to help you but you won't listen, you're going crazy. She said

I'm not crazy. I said

Yes you are, you always will be. She said

I grabbed the knife from her and I pushed her against the counter and pointed it at her

She looked surprised

Don't call me crazy. I said

Then I let her go

I'm sorry. I said and I dropped the knife and I walked out the house

I got on my bike and I drove to school

Skip

I am walking in the hallway of the school

Then I saw my dad at my locker

Really, you had to come to the school? I asked

Ginny showed me where your locker was. He said

What do you want? I asked

Your mom said you pointed a knife at her. He said

She's clearly still breathing so you can leave now. I said

You need help, Nix. He said

You sound just like her. I said

Because you do. He said

I just want to be left alone. I said

No, we avoided this too long, you hit your girlfriend, and you threatened your mother with a knife. He said

I'm not going to a damn therapist. I said and I walked away from him

Skip

I walked into the house at 10 PM

Where were you? Mom asked and I looked at her and she had a glass of wine in her hand

At the park, I was thinking. I said

Well we should talk. She said

Mom, please, I don't want to talk. I said

Too bad, because we're talking. She said

Fine. I said and walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table

Birdie, look at you, you're not healthy but you already know I won't send you to a therapist, but baby you scare me. She said

I put my head down

I'm sorry. I said

I know you are, baby. She said

I don't know what's wrong with me. I said and I laid my head on the table

Nothing is wrong with you. She said

I almost hurt you, I'm ruining my own life. I said

It's okay. Mom said

No it's not. I said

Come on, let's watch a movie. She said

Okay. I said and followed her into the living room

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