Trouble

Sleep Tight

I stay still on the ground where the blast from the explosion threw me. After about 10 minutes, I sit up and pull my phone out, dialing the number of the only person I haven't ditched or can trust at this point: Tony. "Hello?" he answered. As soon as I heard his voice, I broke down crying my eyes out. "Oh, OH! Where are you Skai? I'm coming to get you. Stay where you are, which is where?" he stutters. "I'm at the police station.. Well what used to be the police station... Please hurry Tony, I'm scared..." I manage to force those words out of my mouth. "I'll be there soon, stay there and don't move. And hey, I love you." I hear. "I love you, too... See you soon..." I reply quietly, trying to compose myself as I hang up and sink down to the ground, tucking my knees up underneath my chin and pulling my legs to my chest. I stayed like that until I saw Tony's car pull into the parking lot, right up to where I was seated. "Come on kiddo, let's get you home." Normally I would be mad at him calling me kiddo, but right now I was so damn grateful for him being there that I allowed myself to be lead to the car. Tony buckled me in and shut my door, then went around over to his side of the car, sliding in, and doing nothing but sitting there before turning to look at me. "What the FUCK happened?" he asked, raising his eyebrow at me. I just shrug in reply, overcome with another sudden rush of tears falling down my face. "There was.. An explosion, or something... I don't know... All I know is that I'm terrified..." I manage to squeak out, my voice sounding tiny in the echoey car. "Who the fuck..." he starts to say to himself quietly, but then obviously changes his mind and shakes his head. He turns to look at me, concern filling his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asks. I turn to look at him, my sarcasm kicking in, as it always does when I'm scared. "Oh, yeah, I'm totally fine. I just got blasted about twenty feet in the air from an explosion after seeing my ex-best friend walk out of there. What the fuck do you think Tony?" I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He holds his hands up in surrender, his eyes widening. "You know, I can walk home. It's not that far and I need some time to myself after what just happened." I say after a long pause. He laughed, a short, barking laugh that did not sound like him at all. "What?" I ask, unbuckling my seatbelt and placing my hand on the door so I could open it. "You're hilarious, really. You think I'm that fucking stupid to let you go off on your own after you just got blasted onto your ass from an explosion? Put your fucking seatbelt back on so we can go home." he orders, once again sounding nothing like himself. "No, let me go Tony." I demand. "Alright, you asked for it." he says, making me confused until I hear the sharp CLICK of the locks being set. "Are you fucking forreal Tony?! I could call the po-" I stop myself when I realize that I couldn't because almost all of the cops got blown up by the explosion. "You could call who?" he asks, a small smirk on his face. "You are such a fucking dick. How the hell can you make a joke out of this?!" I yell. "The same way people can make jokes about 9/11." he says, trying hard to suppress a smile. I glare at him. "Let me out of this fucking car.. NOW!" I yell. "No." he says as he turns to face the windshield and starts the car. "You are going to be the fucking death of me.." I mutter, not putting my seatbelt back on. The rest of the car ride goes by in silence, including when he tried to turn the radio on and I slapped it back off, glaring at him. We sit in silence in the driveway, neither one of us wanting to be the first to get out of the car or break the silence. "You can't give me the silent treatment forever, you know. I'm your brother." he says quietly, still not looking at me. I turn to look at him, the hate now gone from my eyes and replaced by sadness. "You aren't my real brother... You had Mom adopt me because you felt sorry for me because of what happened... I didn't need your pity, you know.. I was perfectly capable of handling my self in that... Situation.." I say quietly. He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "I'll see you inside, I'm going to go nap or something..." I tell him, then step out of the car, closing the door softly behind me and walking inside, leaving Tony out in the car alone. I walk up the stairs, and past my room to a room I know so well, a room that is practically mine as well as his. I knock softly, pushing the door open when I hear him say, "Come in!" I pad over to Mike's bed and crawl in next to him and I realized that in that moment I could let go and just release it all, which is exactly what I did. I sobbed and sobbed into Mike's shoulder, and he just held me. He didn't question it or anything, just stroked my hair with one hand and held me close with the other. Eventually I cried myself out, and feel peacefully, dreamlessly asleep on Mike's shoulder. Before I fell completely asleep, I heard him whisper, "Good night, Princess. Sleep tight."