Wrong Guy

06 | besides my boxers

Episode Six :
BESIDES MY BOXERS

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E L L I O T T ' S   P O V :

"Elliott! Elliott! Get up you lazy motherfucker!" Daka shook me violently against the mattress I'd been laying on, and I was blinded by the lamp light that's been turned on. My mother, father, along with Fawn's mother father and sister were surrounding my sleeping body.

"What the hell?" I groaned, turning over, before my mother demanded I turn around and face her, her Nigerian accent strong and demanding, but familiar none the less. I'd always called her mother, she was never just Dakarai's mother, the same way Dakarai was never my step brother.

"Fawn's missing," Fawn's mother stated, and I sat up, suddenly intrigued by the situation I had been ignoring.

Missing?
Fawn?

Didn't she just hurt herself? Is she even okay to walk?

It wouldn't be safe for her to walk.
She could hurt herself, and—

And I don't care.

"We're going out to look for her, and was wondering if you could help us, we're worried because she may have a concussion, and— we just want our girl to be safe at home. Even if she just ran away by some force of nature," Her father explains, and I nod my head, sitting up slowly.

"So, you want me to help find—Fawn?" I ask bored, "I think that would drive her further away to he quite frank." I finish, and Morgan decided to speak up.

"You're helping me find my sister Mass, whether you like it or not." I smiled dryly.

"Sure, okay, let's see what happens when I'm the one that is tasked with forcing her to come home."

"Son, she didn't run away she's gone missing," my father scolds, and I roll my eyes at him.

"How do you know that?" I ask, and he gnaws on the sides of his cheeks before sighing in defeat.

"I don't—but really? Do you really think that she'd run away?
Fawn? I don't see why your so hesitant to go looking for her."

"Because I don't want to! I don't care about her, or wherever the hell she's run off to! I don't care!" I yell, picturing her pulling away from me in the elevator.

Her ignoring me every goddamn day, like I don't exist.
Why the hell, should I give a fuck about her?

She sure as hell doesn't care about me.

"Elliott! You need to get out of that bed, and find your friend with all of us. Together. Ye mi, ọmọ?" My mother orders, and I roll my eyes. Of course I have to help rescue the the beloved Fawn Lockhart, who couldn't hurt a damn housefly.

Because she is the fly.
Buzzing around annoyingly, asking to get killed in this nasty world.

"Bẹẹni," I respond agitated, before pulling myself out of bed, and into something besides my boxers.

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"Fawn!" I call out, wandering aimlessly through the city park. Of course, there was no response, go figure. Fawn's parents had just thought to call the police, and I was coughing back my scoff the whole conversation. I couldn't understand it. Why she ran away.