Delusional

Chapter Four

"Oh god, fuck," my whore of a mother moaned out for what must be the tenth time. I kicked the wall hugging my pillow closer to my face as I clenched my teeth in disgust and anger. It seems the more I threw stuff off my dresser and beat the wall the louder they got. 'They' being my mother and her weird one night stand who smells like sweat soaked money and bad wine.

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"Uh harder," more and more strings of commands that made no sense to me and curse words invaded my ears no matter how tightly I held the pillow to my head. The sound of the headboard against the wall was only dulled through the soft cotton and it was at that moment that I have never missed my headphones more.

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The commotion must have lasted for at least two hours before everything stilled, and I could hear my labored breathing again as I tried to contain myself from marching in there with a shotgun and blowing my brains all over her bedroom wall. Wouldn't that be a mood killer.

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The next morning was unbearable as the smell of marijuana had me choking, or maybe that was just because my face was inside my pillow case. She always liked to smoke the morning after.

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I stayed in my bed until noon, unwilling to face her and that stupid post-sex smile she'd have plastered on her face because she thinks being plowed will pay her bills and put food on the table. She lives and breathes penis.

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When I finally got up I couldn't eat. I mean do you blame me? It's not like I had time anyway, considering my mom rushed me into clean clothes and some shoes so we could go to god knows where at toofuckingearly o'clock.

The good news is I got a new pair of headphones when we stopped at a store. The bad news is we didn't make it much further. The car sunk slightly as I heard the thump of a flat tire and mentally dug for that shotgun.

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We managed to get the car to a mechanic only a block away. She, of course, wasn't much help on the journey there.

I stood to the side while she talked with the mechanic, probably asking him if he liked it rough and how many inches he was; just kidding. I wandered away from the duo and walked around the side of the building in search of something that would hold my interest better. Well, I found it.

I spotted a body. My pulse quickened as I stepped closer, and I'll admit I was excited. Maybe I could be on an episode of the first 48. I poked the bloodied form with my foot, squealing and jumping back when it moved.

I watched as the body curled up groaning in what I assumed was pain, but I don't know I've heard a lot of groaning lately. My shock only grew as I recognized the lump on the ground. It was the kid from the bus. I knelt down, now more concerned than intrigued.

"Hey..are you okay?" I asked quietly gently turning him over. His face was bruised and swollen in various places while dried blood caked on his skin from his nose to his lips. His eyes were barely open, one of them being a dark shade of purple. I was contemplating going for help when he grasped onto my hand, now seemingly more awake. "D-dont tell," was all he stuttered out hoarsely.

"What the fuck do you mean 'don't tell'? We should get you help or something." I said confused helping him stand, something I was surprised he could do.

He only shook his head, looking around a bit dazed. "Can't. It'll make it worse."

"What do you mean? What happened?" I asked still confused.

"Promise you won't tell.."

I bit my lip unsure if I could keep keep a promise like that. "Fine.." I finally breathed out, regretting it already.

"It was...my parents...I was late home yesterday..I tried to run away afterwards but only made it this far..." He murmured, and the fear was evident in his voice and in how he looked away while he mumbled the words.

"Holy shit..we should call the police, they can help you." I insisted pulling out my phone.

He shook his head, his eyes widening. "D-dont. I tried before...it'll make it worse." He said fearfully, eyeing me cautiously.

"Well what are you going to do?.." I asked.

"Go home..it won't be that bad." He shrugged staring a hole into the ground.

"I can't let you do that.." I was going to add his name in there but I realized I didn't know it. "By the way..what's your name?"

"Patrick.." He murmured meekly. "I have to go." He said urgently, that sound of fear residing in his voice and movements again as he turned and started to walk away.

"Wait! Will you be at school tomorrow?" I asked going after him. I only got a nod in response. "Well, here I want you to have my number..In case you need anything.." I stammered awkwardly.

"I already have it." He murmured at the same time my mom called my name. I looked back towards the building then turned back to him, starting to say something until I realized he was gone. I looked around, but there wasn't even a glimpse of him.

I sighed, more confused than I was a few minutes ago and trudged back to my mom.

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