Him

1~The Problem

~hai readers! This is a true story. Ill just be telling you this story in your POV. So if you have any questions on how my life is going (not likely) just read this story. Ill be updating often since writing and drawing are my outlets. This is a fairly new issue in my life and the wounds are still fresh so....yeah....
Have fun reading and cringing~

The sudden beating of my heart as my message goes through. I sit anxiously waiting for a reply. My phone buzzes, I jump up and unlock my phone. As my phone opens to reveal a message, but not from him, I sigh and grudgingly reply to the text asking if I wanna go out for dinner tonight.

I push the lock button on my phone and sit back. My throat feels tight, my eyes get wet, and I feel restrained, yet again from speaking. Tears start to stream down my face, first from the right then the left. They cascade down my flushed cheeks to my tight throat. It's like my tears are representing the words and feelings I have yet to express to him.

The front door clicks, implying that someone has entered my quickly crumbling reality. I quickly wipe my face as my mom peeks her head into the living room.

She takes one look at me.

"Jack?" she asks sadly

I only nod, not able to speak due to the tears and emotions running a riotous marathon inside my head. I sit back in the old rustic recliner and take in a shakey breath. I try to slow my breathing.

My mom walks away, seemingly unbothered. More tears found their way to the outside world and let themselves run down the slope of  saddness that is my face.

A few minutes later my mom walks back into the living room, where I am bawling my eyes out and hands me four hundred dollars.

"Go see him. Tell him whats really going on." she says to me.