Fanboy |ShawnMendes|

#15

'How did you know which room I was staying in?' I asked.

'Ben told me. He was pretty confused when he found out you had left.' She informed me, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

'Oh right, yeah. Come on in, make yourself at home. Can I get you a drink or anything?' I offered, shutting the door behind us.

'No thanks, I'm good.' She smiled. I nodded and followed her over to the sofa.

I took a seat beside her and cleared my troth 'So how have you been?'

'I'm doing okay.' She nodded. 'It's been difficult, but I'm used to difficult.'

'What do you mean?' I asked.

'Life hasn't been easy. A lot of shit has happened. I'm used to it.'

'Like what? I mean... If you don't mind me asking?' I awkwardly blurted out.

She took a deep breath before she began. 'My mom got pregnant when I was about four. She and dad always wanted to have a big family. There were a lot of complications and the baby only survived three minutes.'

'Bobby, you don't have to tell me this if you're not comfortable with it.' I reassured her.

'No, no, I want to, I need to talk about it.' She sighed. I nodded and she continued. 'He was called Dylan. He was beautiful, the smallest person I've ever seen. Claire, my sister, and I got to see him just after he died. I'll never ever forget that tiny little boy. I didn't understand why he died, obviously, I was like four. I remember mom saying "God has a plan for everyone and Dylan's plan was just a lot shorter than ours. God didn't want to lose Dylan because he was such a good angel." After the funeral was when her problems started. She would go out and get drunk, come home at all hours. Dad and her fought so much. I was five, I think, when they got divorced. Dad got custody of Claire and mom got custody of me. Then we moved to New York, where mom was originally from. That was so hard, leaving half of my family behind. Mom would go out even more when we lived in New York. She would leave me with Annie's family or at home alone. Then she'd come home drunk or stoned or something and scream at me or even hit me sometimes. She overdosed a couple of times but then got sober. She was sober- or she claimed to be, when I left the city this summer. And then two weeks ago she overdosed again and there was no saving her this time... It was too late.'

I know she's told me stuff about her mom before and I knew how she died, but this hit me hard. 'Bobby, oh my god, I'm so, so, so sorry.' I choked up, pulling her into my arms. I heard her sniffle and I pulled out, wiping away the tear running down her cheek.

'Thank you for listening.'

'Oh my god, don't thank me. I'm more than happy to listen, I'm here for you Bobby, whenever you need me. I'm here for you.'

'I don't even know what's happened to me.' She chuckled. 'I have these huge trust issues to be honest and it's so unlike me to tell someone I only just met all of this. I feel like we've been friends for ages or something.' She shook her head.

I couldn't help but smile. If only she knew...

'I'm happy you trust me.'