𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛

15

𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢

September

Tapping away on my phone, I sent Ethan a series of text about how bumblebee is the best transformer. We had been going back and forth over who was the best one. Of course his answer being Optimus Prime.

I inhaled on the cigarette that I had lit to calm my nerves.

Ever since my mother came back, it was like her mood was even shittier than before. She was grouchy a lot more. Lazy, and just a plain old asshole. I've had to do everything around here. Cook, clean, run errands and still go to school.

I had been so wrapped up with her, the last two weeks have gone by in a breeze. Destiny and I haven't been able to hang out as much, and sadly I've chosen to brush off any questions she ask when it comes to why I haven't been as available.

To say I was embarrassed was a correct statement. I was. How could I open up and talk about my drug addicted mother. The abuse she puts me through? I couldn't.

I didn't need anymore looks of shame and pity.

I threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. I still had to finish the kitchen, and then my day would be free.

About a good hour goes by before I'm finally done. There was water dripping from the counter by where I just did the dishes. I wiped up the remains before checking my phone.

Ethan responded. Asking me if I was coming to school tomorrow. The last two days I've missed because I needed to stay to help my mom, but I decided that I was coming.

I text him letting him know that I was before going to get ready for the gym.

DesiBear 🧸❤️:
Hey are you okay?

Yes, I'm okay..

DesiBear 🧸❤️:
Are you sure? You've been MIA and I just want to know that you are safe.

I felt bad. Maybe I should tell her the truth. Or at least part of it. She had been such a good friend to me and I don't want to lose that.

Thank you Destiny. I really appreciate you. Just give me some time and I swear I'll explain.

DesiBear 🧸❤️:
No rush! I'm here if you need me. Just don't go mia like that and scare me🫶🏽

I won't. I promise🫶🏽

I got dressed soon after, walking around the block to get to the local gym nearby. I had been said that I wanted to start going, but I've been entirely too lazy to bring my ass here.

My mind to occupied with everything the fuck else.

Setting my bag down, I chose the start with a jog on the treadmill. Something simple but effective.

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𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐡

Drake blasted through my head phones as I walked inside the gym. It was empty today. Given that it was around six in the morning. I needed to blow off some steam. The weight on my shoulders finally starting to get harder and heavier the deeper I have to go.

To deal with my father's rowdy ass crew. I hated them. I hated this. I felt like I was backed into a corner with no way out.

My family surviving and thriving because of me. Only because of what my father said he would do.