EliasI walk into my room, and I immediately pull out my phone as I sit down on my bed.
I text Joseph.
are you okay? 5:52pm.
I stare at the screen—my eyes unfocused as I bite my thumbnail, anxiously.
He doesn't answer.
10 minutes into waiting, Nick texts me.
Yooo, come down. Everyone is here. 6:03pm.
I sigh and leave the apartment, and I head down to Nick's.
I can't stop thinking about Joseph, and I haven't since I left his house.
I feel so guilty and worried.
I hope he's okay. The anxiety is eating at me.
I walk into the apartment, and the sound of laughing and talking coming from Nick's room immediately fills the room. I let the door close behind me as I ascend the main room.
I take a deep, shaky breath; my hand on the doorknob, and I walk in. All eyes turn to me.
"Hey, man." Nick says.
"Hey, Lias." Spencer and Joey say in unison, and Kelsey just smiles.
I shut the door. "Hey." I reply, and I sit against the bed; Nick above me.
"You okay, man? You look like shit."
I glance up at him briefly. I stare at my fiddling hands in my lap.
"Yeah..." I say.
I haven't told him about me and Joseph.
I knew Joseph wouldn't want anybody other than Kelsey knowing, and I wanted to respect that.
But fuck, I need to talk to someone.
"You sure?" He asks, and I nod wordlessly.
Everything will be okay tomorrow...
And as we get further into the night, I check my phone about a dozen times, and I know Nick notices because every few times he asks me what's wrong, but I just say nothing.
And eventually, he stops asking.
And as me and the others leave the apartment, I turn to Kelsey and ask, "Have you spoken to Joseph?"
She looks at me and stares for a brief moment, like she's processing the question, then she looks away.
"Not since school."
I look to the others, who leave the floor. "I'm worried about him."
"Why?"
I gulp hard, anxiety creeping back into my chest. "His dad walked in on us." I say, flatly.
I feel Kelsey's eyes on me, but I don't look at her.
I inhale shakily.
"And he hasn't texted me back since I left." I add, my voice shaky now.
There's a long pause before she says, "I'll text him, and I'll keep you updated."
I nod. "Thanks."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
I nod again, and she walks into her apartment.
I take a deep breath and walk down the hall to the stairs.

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The Religious & The Damaged
Roman pour AdolescentsJoseph Olsson is a 17 year old boy, living in a small town with his father. He attends Ridgewell High, where he takes his frustrations out on kids to help him get through the pain his father puts him through by pushing his beliefs and religion onto...