Brunette Bitch (beeduo high school AU)

crying

ma's pov:

"A-Addison, I-I- Ran-he," I try to get out.

A robotic version of my wife's voice is spat out of my phone. "Nikki, it's fine. You're okay. Now, what about him? He's just at school." 

"N-no the..." I sigh. "The mental hospital called. He signed himself in."

"WHAT?" 

"I-I don't know I just got a message from a random number, they say Ranboo check himself in. I- I tried to talk back but they said their visiting hours. They said they could talk to me in person."

"I don't know why we can't sort this out on the phone!" I'm confused and hurt. It makes my fingers hurt. Was he so sad he had to go in? Did he not trust us enough to tell us he was hurting? I- I tried to be happy and nice and accommodating, why wouldn't he tell us this?

"Honey, I'm coming home. Tell me when the next opening hours are."

"Today, five to eight thirty." I tell her, I feel like I'm gonna pass out. My child. My one "happy" child isn't here anymore. He's not coming home for a while.

My baby.

Addie gets home quickly, at least before I had the chance to pass out. 

"Honey we'll be okay." She says hugging me. She lets go after a short kiss on the cheek and pulls me to the car by he hand.

"B-but it's only two o'clock! How will they let us see him?!" 

"O-oh, sorry I- I just really miss h-him." Addie may seem very put together, but she's just as emotional as me. She was just brought up in a where world where emotions weren't a thing. Her parents were only ever mad. Siblings, the same. All blank slates. She's recovering very slowly. It's been 25 years since she's been with any of them, but she's still hurting. Everyone heals differently.

We both cry on top of each other,  we thought we were good parents. But no. He was depressed. And we were both in our own world, peaceful bliss. We're so self absorbed. 

I'm  so self absorbed.

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she is not sick