Save My Bones and Me .

Chapter Two.

Ivory's POV 

I wake up, Ryen is still sleeping. I get up slowly, and walk out finding my mom. She's drinking coffee and watching the news.

"Mom, I need to ask you something really important."

"Should your dad be here too?"

"I have to ask right now, it will embarrass Ryen and if you're okay with it. Dad will be too, plus he loves Ryen. So."

"Yeah, you're definitely right." She smiles warmly, turning the tv off.

"I can't really like, exactly, tell you what goes on at Ryen's house. All I can say is that he has major trouble at home. With his parents."

"What are you getting at here, Ivory?"

"Last night, he stayed." She interrupts.

"Okay, you guys used protection, right?"

"No," she gasps, "I mean, no, because we didn't do anything Ma. It wasn't like that."

She chuckles, "okay, so, what do you mean?"

"I promised him that I would help. That he could stay here, just until he gets a job and can afford his own place. Be on his own." I say.

"That's fine, I'll tell your father. Just, please use protection. If anything does go on."

"Mom!"

"I know you're a teenager. If you guys are alone. Or maybe not alone, stuff will be going on sometimes." She giggles.

I walk back, rolling my eyes. Ryen is stirring. I sit next to him, he opens his eyes looking at me.

"Morning." He sits up facing me.

"You can stay."

He smiles and nods, "That's good."

His phone starts ringing. Ryen looks at it, his chest tightens. He answers.

"Yes."

"Where the hell are you? I need money!" I hear a women yell.

He looks at me removing the phone from his ear. He starts rocking back and forth.

"Go on. It's okay." I whisper.

He nods, grabbing my hand tight.

"I know you heard me. Come home and give me money, I need to buy groceries."

"I'm not coming back. That isn't hom . It never will be. I'm moving out." He's squeezing my hand and inhales deeply.

She laughs, "You're real funny. You think anyone wants you? Nobody wants pathetic garbage."

Ryen looks at me and I see his heart shatter and his hand loosens. His eyes gloss over and he's no longer looking at me. He's looking behind me.

"I'm blocking you from my number." He ends the call. He gets up and walks out.

"Ryen." I follow him, eight steps behind.