I eventually made it back home where I saw Morris pacing around with his phone up to his ear.
I carefully stepped in, clearing my throat nervously. He gasped and put his phone down.
Morris: "Joshua Jabbard! Where the Hell have you been!?"
He ran up to me and squished my cheeks. I wasn't in a very good mood and I hated when he touched me. So I pushed him away aggressively.
"Don't YOU TOUCH ME!"
He looked hurt which made me somehow feel bad but I stood strong so I wouldn't break.
Morris: "... Alright then. Fine."
He just walked off accidentally leaving his phone on the table. I felt bad because he seemed like he was genuinely concerned for me, he never looked like he did, so this was shocking.
I spotted a plate of fried calamari on the table, how did he knew it was my favourite!? And HE MADE SOMETHING OTHER THAN PIZZA!?
"Uncle wait...!"
He just ignored me and went to his room. I cried and took some energy tonic with my fried calamari. It was fire.
I wonder if Morris made this. If he did why doesn't he cook more often because that was actually bomb!
I sighed and curiously opened Morris's phone as I ate my dinner and pills. I saw he'd been on call with someone listed as 'Bae💖'.
This freaked me out. He had a girlfriend that I didn't know about. Unless it was one of his Discord kittens..?
I prayed not. I decided to go through his texts but right when I did Morris came up to me.
Morris: "I just wanted to apol- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
I jumped in fear.
"I-It's not what it looks like! You got a call and-"
Morris grabbed me.
Morris: "JOSHUA I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO THROUGH MY THINGS!"
His Joja flavoured spit got in my face and I cried. I impulsively shoved him hard, I threw him off of me, it was surprisingly easy to do so and he crashed into the table.
I looked horrified at what I had just done, as did he. He was bleeding so there was nothing I could do, I had to call for help.
I dialled 911 with sweaty hands as I hyperventilated. I wanted to puke. He was an abuser, yeah, but I just abused him back, and it made me feel awful, especially because he was being strangely nice.
I sobbed on the phone.
"I need help... please I just.. threw my uncle into a table really hard... and he's bleeding.."
The ambulance soon arrived and took him to the hospital. I sat in my room, swallowing up energy pills in between sobs.
My life felt like it was falling apart.
