Tyler's pov
This is normal. My mom screaming at me for things while my dad stays there, not doing anything about it. Physically and mentally abusing me. And I take it. In middle school someone called child protection services on my mom but I lied and said nothing happens we just get heated up sometimes. The police bought it.
I wish I told them the truth. Sometimes I feel like nothing is wrong, I feel like she loves me, she says she loves me. I believe everything she says. All the things she says about me. The good, the bad, and the dirty. It's almost never good
That doesn't matter though.
Now I'm just sitting in my room wondering what my excuse is going to be when Josh asks why I couldn't hang out. Should I tell him? It's probably not a big deal. Besides, mama said I'm not allowed to tell anybody what happens here.
Josh: can we talk?
Me: sure, what about?
Josh: anything really
Me: food!
Josh: okay.. What's your favorite?
Me: I don't really have a favorite, but I HATE bananas 🍌 🔫
Josh: you feel very strongly about that fruit.
Me: I do
Josh: what if when we hang out, we can crush bananas, cuz I hate them too
Me: really?
Josh: really
We're gonna hang out. And smash bananas. This is great.
"TYLER JOSEPH."
Slightly less great.
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