I can't sleep. I've laid here for hours, tossing and turning. It doesn't help that I'm hungry as fuck.
I sigh, the frustration growing more and more.
I'm frustrated with everything, but mostly that I can't sleep even though I'm dead-tired.
It's an awful feeling.
And the more frustrated I get, the harder it is to sleep.
I'm also convinced my mom is working another night shift tonight, because she hasn't come home yet. Not that I know of.
If she has, she hasn't come upstairs to see me.
Not that I want her to, necessarily. It just something she usually does.
I wish I was at Khai's house, in his bed.
I slept fine then.
I don't fall asleep until around six a.m. But I barely sleep for an hour before I hear my dad shouting and throwing things, and it wakes me up.
Shouldn't he be passed out, hungover? I'm not going to investigate.
Unless my mom is home.
I open my bedroom door and listen for a few seconds, still unexplainably agitated.
Conveniently, it goes quiet then.
I sigh and groan, then head to the washroom to brush my teeth. It's not like I'll be having breakfast or anything.
Once I'm finished with that, I head downstairs. I don't see my mom anywhere, but my dad is sitting on the kitchen floor, crying.
"Where's mom?" I ask, studying him carefully.
"She's sleeping over at the neighbours. Thought you were at that friends house." He replies, his face hidden in one of his hands.
"That was yesterday. I came home last night, remember? We talked a little." I reply, my tone cold.
He glances up at me, confused. I give him a dismissive cue. He doesn't remember.
"Did you get something to eat? You're hungover." My tone remains cold, but it's not devoid of empathy.
"For fuck's sake, Tyrone, do you think I got anything to eat?" He asks, also agitated.
"K, I'm just asking. Did you at least drink lots of water?" I want to know.
It's no use, because he just starts crying again.
"You're really good to me, Tyrone. No one else has ever been."
"Mom has." I reply. He nods.
"Both of you. You know that I'm very, very sorry for everything that's happened." Boris cries a little harder.
"You always say that. But it keeps happening. How are we supposed to trust that you're being serious?"
Boris doesn't reply, and I get him a glass of water, then squat next to him.
"Here."
He takes it from me, then places a hand on my shoulder. I wait, a little impatient knowing I need to get ready for school, but also because there's nothing he's going to say that he hasn't said before.
I doubt he remembers the night I almost killed him out of rage.
Probably a good thing.
Me, on the other hand... I'll remember it for the rest of my life.
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Catch Me When I Fall
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