The Baneflower

Chapter 16

Morley
I whisper in my head all the tainted words I could've spit out. I wanted to break the emptiness in the streets, the coldness of the real world. It was just the two of us. Conner left and we were just there, silently angry at eachother. Riley just stood there, her back towards me. I glance around just in case anyone could hear what I said. We would never know. So I keep my words in my throat and I choke on the things I couldn't say.
"Uh, hey. Sorry?" I blurted out, my words are shaken and a bit dull. Half of the apathetic tone I once had lost its touch. Its sincerity.
My voice echoed throughout the alleyway. We were both silent.
After a long pause, she looks back.
"Whatever, its okay. I understand." Riley mumbles, but she doesn't say sorry back.
She never does.

Riley
Who cares whether I'm with Diana, Toby, Greyson, and McKenna compared to being with Morley? They all are vodka kids. It makes no difference.
No, hell yeah it does.
"This fight is stupid. All you were telling me to do is give you some space. Its not like we need eachother or anything." I scoff, trying to shake off everything he said. Morley gave me a look, and I looked away.
"Whatever, I have to go home. Let's pretend Conner never happened. Until we see him again, that's something else." I muttered, trying to sound like I didn't care.
Morley
She was walking away. The personal therapist. The girl who didn't care about the hate. My addictions and my characteristics didn't circle around in her mind unlike the others.
There was the thick fog, and she disappeared through it. There she goes, bruised and battered.
She looks back and smiles.

Riley
I try to ignore the pounding and the pain harassing me. My shaky voice gave away my fear. Morley was sitting there, empty and tired. I would stay but I didn't want to. I just wanted to run off, but that made it hurt more.
Besides, Conner didn't kick that hard. Maybe it was because the fact that I didn't really do anything but the only crime he could think of was that I was just talking to Morley. Maybe that was why he decided to beat me up as well. Or it was honestly for the hell of it. I was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"CIGARETTE SMOKE IN YOUR EYES! YEAH AH! " Diana screamed to me from the other side of the street. Diana was blasting music from her ipod. Yes, her backup ipod from under her bed, buried under hundreds of useless shit. She was banned from her phone again, and luckily had a backup plan. Without music, she was not Diana.
Greyson was there, looking slightly emberassed from the commotion she was making.
I crossed the road and Greyson looked rather pissed off.
"Hey loser." Greyson seemed to growl.
"What's with you aha grrr." I never took anything seriously. Instead of the usual smirk he would return, his cold grey eyes only showed the coldest gaze.
"Where's the kush? I spent some money, cash Riley. I came here to get high."
Right, I might've accidently gave it to Morley. Oh shite.
"Uh, what? Why would I have it? You honestly think I would smoke it? What an idiot." I roll my eyes, trying to hide the fact I half lost it half gave it to Morley for free, no cash back.
"It's okay Greyson, I have vodka instead. I took your kush." Diana playfully stuck her tongue out and starting digging into her bag. She gave me that look that meant "I saved your ass."
What am I doing here? Nothing wrong with the two but they're just a bit young for all this.
"So, what's up with your life?" Diana asked me. I shrug, I didn't really know.
"Well let's see, two brothers that think I'm mental and parents that don't understand why and what I want."
I say roughly.
"How about you?"
Diana looks away.
"Same as always." She mumbles, her words as blurry as the thick fog blanketing this part of the road. I didn't know what did she mean by same as always, because I didn't know what happened all the time.
"Yo Greyson, what about you?" I ask, looking at his already flushed face, he already looked lost.
"I coffee say, well done my friends. I'm doing very godamn well. Now I school case closed and slobber?" Greyson drank two bottles and it wasn't looking great. Strong dosage and this is the very outcome, he says things that don't even make sense. I was ready to leave, it was getting dark already. November, and it still wasn't snowing.
"Riley, are you truly happy?" Greyson asked, clearly not acting like the the real him. My reluctance flew in and froze me.
"Uh, yeah. Very." I reply, as I was too lazy to actually think about the question.
The smoke clouds seemed to float in the air, through Diana's face and out into the world. It was a puff of smoke that joined the foggy distant world above. It was an alternative to the harmful original smoking method.
So I walk away from the two, because they were not easy to look at. Partly because Greyson was sleeping on the cold wet grass in the middle of November with no jacket. Also because I was bored because an actual conversation didn't spark between us. Diana was too busy trying to make the o shape, and was planning to stay there till the actual danger lurks around in the alleyway. People with guns. It wasn't even legal, but crimes happen.
The streets were full of people and life, a sparkly view of fire and dust. I passed by all the smiles and the familiar faces. No one looked, and I liked it that way.

Giselle
Kody?
Nevermind.
I look outside and see Morley walking in, I stay in my room and hide. He was holding something in his hands.
"I saw Kody today." Morley looked tired as ever. He was holding money. Money in his cold hands.
"Kody and money... Don't mix. Did you steal Morley? Are you like Ko-"
"Shut up. Listen to me first." Morley demanded. I shrug and wait for his explanation.
"He just like, gave it to me. I was walking after Ril- I mean after school, and I saw him again. He said he was sorry. Maybe he was wasted, but this is enough to pay for a lot of things."
"Is he coming back?" I ask, worried Kody will return and make everything worse.
"I don't know. If he does, it might help." Morley mutters, considering the idea.
"No, he is going to destroy any remaining hope we have for a functional family. I want him out, and like permanently away." I demand.
"What will a little girl like you know?" Morley scoffed.
"As much as you do. The same shite."
I retorted.