"I don't know what's wrong with that boy, causing his family so much stress it's just not fair at all and I just think--"
"shhh, shh... Mom he's over there"
Joe walks right past me and we knock shoulders. He grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze then picks up his pace and leaves the grocery store.
That's the first time I've seen him in two months and that's it.. that's it!? I just wanna cry right now. I actually am crying, I'm just wiping my tears fast as possible so that my mom doesn't see.
"Why are you so upset, Demi?" She asks me as she grabs the bag off of the checkout table and walks outside with me.
I just shrug my shoulders.
"He's just a messed up boy, he'd be better off gone in a treatment center." She says to me
"How could you say that!?" I yell out of impulse.
"Don't you think anyone would miss him!?" I yell again.
She looks at me with a very surprised look on her face. She goes to speak but I throw the grocery bag in the back of the car then walk over to the passenger door and get into my seat. I look out my window trying to tell myself to stop crying but the tears keep coming.
"Demi, it's okay calm down.. I didn't even know you cared for him.." She tries to calm me down.
"We'll I do, I have for a whil-" I stop myself for speaking as I see a black car pull out of the grocery store parking lot very fast.
"That's Joe's car..." I say to my mom as I watch it speed off.
"He can't drive, he only has his permit right now!" I tell my mother.
She just stared at me. I roll my eyes.
"Did you see how fast he was driving, he could get himself killed! Follow him! ..Mom, Follow him!" I beg her.
My cheeks are soaked but I could care less. I don't really know what I'd do if he.. he died. I just.. I don't.. I don't know
After a very heart racing 15 minutes we finally make it to his house. He drives like a freaking MANIAC OK. Ugh.
I get out of the passenger seat and tell my mom to stay in the car.
"Im not letting you go in there by yourself, no ones home." She scolds me.
"What do you thinks gonna happen? He's not gonna hurt me. I just know that he probably is gonna be sent away for a long time and I just want to tell him.. h..h..o.. how much.. I.. I.. I c..care about h..hi..i..him."
I lose my worlds along way. My mom doesn't know what happened on New Years eve and she cant. She'd kill me.
"Demetria, im coming inside. You can talk to him in a different room but I'm coming inside the house." She says to me firmly
I roll my eyes. "Just please stay here ill be out in 20 minutes!" I yell at her. She just mumbles "fine"
ugh, finally. I click my seat belt off and get out of the car, running up to the door I don't even knock I just enter.
It's 4:30pm on a Tuesday, I know both his parents are at work still. They always work late into the day. Sometimes only coming home around 10-11pm. I know they either go out with friends or just go out together because both their shifts end a little after dinner time. I don't get why they wouldn't come home and try and spend time with their drug addict of a son. Show him some love, it could change his heart.
I shake the thoughts from my head as i feel myself getting emotional. well more emotional than i already am at this point. I walk around the house calling Joe's name.
