Idris

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"Idris Carter James, get that filthy thing out of your mouth right now!" Larissa shouted, marching up to her son with a scowl twisting her beautiful face.

Idris didn't flinch at his mothers tone, he didn't even care he was caught smoking, if anything he felt relieved he didn't have to hide it anymore.

He watched his mother with stormy eyes, his head somewhere else today. He couldn't think straight, he couldn't even make sense of a conversation because he felt his mind drifting off.

Larissa stood in front of him, arms crossed, dark eyes fuming. Idris sighed, adverting his eyes not being able to bare the pained expression on her face. He tried to focus on the dull cars passing by in a blur, everything felt like a blur to him nowadays. He couldn't remember what he did last night, everyday feeling the same as the next.

"Idris are you even listening to me?" Larissa gritted out, shoving his shoulder in an attempt to get his attention. His eyes dropped back to his mother, raising a brow in surprise.

She cares now? He had thought with a silent scoff.

Larissa was alot of things, ignoring Idris being at the very top of them.

"Yes," he grunted in reply inhaling another puff of the cigarette before blowing it out in the other direction.

"Idris darling, what's going on with you?" she asked softly, her voice sending a shiver down Idris's back. A shiver that made him angry.

Everything, he wanted to scream but remained silent. He thought his mother would have some understanding on why he was the way he was but I suppose ignorance played a part and she refused to see what was happening right in front of her.

For that, he hated his mother even more.

"I'm fine. I just needed to get away for a few minutes." Idris grunted the words out, not having the guts to look at her face again, he looked up at the night sky in despair.

"When did you start smoking? Why are you doing it? Are you okay?" she fired back placing a hand on his shoulder. He flinched, quickly shrugging off her touch in seconds.

"You don't care." he hissed pinning his cold stare at her.

Larissa gasped, "That's not true!" she whispered, "You're not easy to have a conversation with, you don't open up to me like a son should with his mother!" she threw her hands up in surrender, a look of disgust passing her features.

Idris felt his blood spike with irritation, he started to feel the knot in his stomach grow, her presence now suffocating him, so with one final glare in her direction, he turned on his heel, flicked the cigarette to the ground and walked away.

He continued to walk letting his anger course through him. The streets were somewhat empty, a few people scattered across the sidewalk but he paid them no mind. They were always the same drugged up people he saw on his long walks.

Idris was once close to his mother, at one stage they were inseparable, he admired how strong she was for raising him on her own but then everything changed. He lost his best friend and slowly started losing his mother too. She married the first man she could get her hands on to escape her depressive son. She never once asked how he felt about their rushed marriage or if he even liked Greg.

His step father was an angry asshole. He was filthy rich and cocky about it. Everything he talked about was either himself or money, two things Idris despised and couldn't care less about.

Shaking the memories away, Idris entered a small cafe. The only person there, a petite girl behind the counter with tears in her eyes and that same expression on her face that he managed to mask for years, he felt it in his gut. That horrible dreadful feeling.

"Hello, gosh sorry," She laughed awkwardly, wiping her face, "Welcome to Freddie's cafe, what can I get you?" Throwing her hair up in a messy bun.

Her dark brown eyes lifted up, locking with his and Idris had to suck in a sharp breath. Pain, so much pain swirled around her, he felt claustrophobic.

He found himself feeling more and more concerned for the stranger, "You okay?" he managed to ask, slightly uncomfortable with the way his emotions flared with hers.

The girl shocked, stared wide eyed at him, her mouth slightly ajarred. Idris wasn't sure if she was about to burst out into tears or laugh so he bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head, "Black coffee" he snapped.

He shouldn't care.

She let out a shaky breath, moving behind the coffee machine. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice so low and small, idris wasn't sure he heard her correctly so he stayed silent. He wasn't going to answer either way.

He threw a ten dollar bill onto the counter, his foot tapping anxiously against the wooden floor. He wanted out. He didn't like the suffocating feeling that surrounded the both of them nor did he like the feeling of worry that wrapped itself around his ribs for the girl.

A fucking stranger.

She slid the coffee cup towards him, "Enjoy your night then."

He grabbed the cup, letting his eyes connect with hers but he couldn't do it. He couldn't open his mouth even if he wanted to. For the second time that night, he turned on his heel and left.

He left her when he knew she needed help.

Her eyes spoke volumes to him he couldn't shake off. He continued to walk back home, the haunting look on her face never vanishing from his mind.

That same look he carried with him and if you looked close enough, you'd see it.

Shouting at you.

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