Being in a group home wasn't ideal for anyone, but for the six teenagers, it was the best they could get out of the crappy system. In other's eyes, it was an odd way to form a friend group bonding over being in the same abusive home. But in their ey...
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"Just take your meds, Leo, I'm sure your friends are fine."
I sigh, snatching the two white pills from my dad's hands. Swallowing quickly, I look at my dad who stares back at me.
"What?" I snap.
He shakes his head. "I'm just making sure you're taking them."
I slam my cup of water down onto the table, some of it splashes onto my hoodie sleeve but I ignore it.
"I told you. I'm done with that."
He opens his mouth to speak but I interrupt him. "No! You're making me feel like shit so just fuck off." I yell, storming out of the kitchen.
August is walking down the stairs, a concerned look in his eyes. "Stop looking at me like that! All of you look at me like I'm fucking insane." I yell so loudly that my voice bounces around the penthouse.
When I get in my room I slam the door loudly and cover my ears with my hands. I don't want to be a problem, but I can't help it.
I'm the reason all our medicine and knives are locked up, even our fucking laundry detergent had to be put away so I wouldn't try chugging it—which I would never do.
I'm the reason for everything. I'm the reason Will can barely sleep at night in fear of me doing something to myself. I'm the reason Walker got arrested.
Someone knocks at my door, but I ignore it walking to my bathroom and locking that door. I slide onto the floor, hiding my face in my knees.
Here I was crying liking a fucking baby because I was being treated like one, yet my friends were all miles away in a unknown with unknown people.
After throwing a few more things around my room, I'm a little more calmed down. Either I was too exhausted to keep raging or my meds were kicking in.
My phone rings in my pocket and I pull it out, an unknown number on the screen. Wiping my tears I answer the phone.
"Hi Leo," Alea's voice says, with a background of static.
"Oh," I say, remembering that I had given her my number at the end of the school day. "Hey, how's it going."
"Good, I guess," she mumbles. "I'm using the shared phone and I think this girl might bite my head off in my sleep based off the way she's staring at me."
I chuckle lightly. "Any news from the others?"
"Nope, unless the pigeon got hit by a plane. I don't think any of them have a phone, or at least one that they are allowed to use."
I frown, picking at my hangnail. "Is the group home going well."
A loud groan leaves her mouth and I can imagine her rolling her eyes. "Sucks, no locks on the doors, ONE bathroom for all of us, and worst of all only thirty minutes of TV a day."
"That blows, did you have TV back at your old place?"
Shuffling is heard on the other side, most likely her sitting down. "Well I guess, at the apartment it was just like a foster home but with a lot of kids. And we could use the TV when Robby and Karla were out, which was most of the time."
"You can always come to my house, if you want." She softly giggles before another voice comes on. "Alea will talk to you later when she's finished her chores, say bye Alea."
"Bye Leo, the wicked witch of the west is sending me off to the servant quarters."
I laugh and then the line goes dead.
Silence swallows me and I feel alone again. I want my friends back, I want them out of whatever situation they were put in.
A/N Sorry for short chapter, I didn't know what to write
