Chris:
Me and Skye ran towards the sound of Jordan’s voice. He was in the guest bedroom they were staying in, crying on the ground. He was holding his leg. We let out a sigh of relief. We thought somebody was in this bitch trying to kidnap Jordan. Skye skipped over the glass that was shattered on the floor. She bent down next to Jordan and moved his hand out the way to reveal a piece of glass stuck in his leg. “Ouch,” Skye said. She got up and went to the bathroom.
She came out with a first aid kit. “At least they didn’t fuck this up.” She got out the alcohol pads and one of the huge band aids to clean him up. “Now baby this might hurt a bit,” she told him. She slowly pulled the piece of glass out of his leg. He held his breath as she pulled it out. I watched as she quickly cleaned and bandaged up his cut up. She’s a really great mother.
Jordan slowly stood up and grabbed him and his mother’s backpack of clothes that they brung over here. They walked back toward the doorway. “Well, we going tonight right?” she asked me. I looked at how fucked up the room was then gave her a “you think I’m staying in this motherfucking house” look. “Right,” she laughed a little. I just went back to my room to pack what was left of my clothes. I already had some clothes over at the other house anyways. I walked out into the hallway where Jordan and Skye were still standing. “Let’s go.”
We walked downstairs. I got so mad seeing my whole fucking house messed up that I punched a hole in the wall. Skye and Jordan jumped and turned to look at me. “My bad, I just can’t believe this shit man!” I walked over to my mantle again and rubbed where the picture used to stand. The only picture that I had of me and my mother together. I had plenty pictures of just her but that was the only fucking one I had of me and her together. It doesn’t even matter how many pictures I have of my mother, burning any picture of her will make me want to strangle somebody.
“Fuck man!” I yelled, banging my fist down on the mantle. Then I felt somebody rubbing my back. I turned around but Skye was still standing across the room. I looked down to see Jordan comforting me. “It’s going to be okay Chris. We’ll stick with you. You have us,” he smiled. Believe it or not, but that let some of the weight off of my shoulders. I looked up at Skye to see if she agreed with what Jordan was saying or not. “Yes Chris. Just because we didn’t get along at first doesn’t mean you aren’t cool now. If you need me, I’m here. It’s the least I can do,” she agreed. I smiled at her.
I checked my bag to make sure the half burnt picture was in there. I zipped it back up. “Ard, let’s go.” I opened the door for Jordan and Skye. I was about to shut the door behind me when I opened it back up to take another look at my used to be house. I looked at everything broken against the floor. Then I took a look at the messages that were spray painted on the wall. Reading “you’re going to be dead just like your mommy” infuriated me. My blood started to boil.
I closed my eyes and I saw my mother in my head smiling. “No matter what I do, I will make sure that I will get to the bottom of this and kill whoever dared to mock you mama.” I opened my eyes and shut the door behind me.
**2 weeks later**
Skye:
It’s been two weeks since the whole incident that happened at Chris’s house. We settled into his other house which was about 20 minutes away from his house. Good news: I have a job interview today for a hair salon, Chris isn’t spazzing about the whole break in anymore but he is still mad, and Jordan is happy that we’re still staying with Chris for the time being. Bad news: Chris wants to kill whoever did that to his house (the only reason I say that’s bad news is because Chris might get himself hurt), I’m still distraught over my mother, and I… nevermind. I’d rather not share the last of the bad news.
