transit (boyxboy)

two

When I got home, my mom was in the kitchen making herself breakfast as she hummed a tune in her head blissfully. My mom was a simple woman but she was a good and smart one, too. Knowing that made me feel like an idiot, though, for what I do.

"Kellin? What are you doing here? I thought you went to school today." She asked. She came over to me and looked me right in the eyes.

"I left, ma. I got in a fight so I left." I explained, still relatively angry. I was always angry but I managed to calm down when it came to mom.

"You got in a fight? With who?" She asked. I shrugged and stuffed my hands in my pockets. I hid them away from her. To no avail, she grabbed my hands out of my sweatshirt pockets and sighed at the drying blood. She stood me up and brought me over to the bathroom sink, running my hands under the water to rinse off Jack's blood. I didn't want that shit on me. I didn't want to feel it either.

"Why do you keep getting in fights, K?" She whispered to herself. I tore my hands away from her as she finished and walked to the place at the table once again.

"I'm not going back there again." I said in a simple manner. There was no point for me to. I didn't want to and no one could force me anymore.

"You're dropping out?" Dropping out. That's what I'd do.

"Yes. I'll get a job to help you out and focus on taking care of you, ma. I won't go to school anymore." I told her, taking her hands in mine. Her hands were so fragile but soft. So, untouched. I looked at them, then looked at mine. Mine were the opposite. They were red and rough, littered with spot of dried blood from when I didn't let her finish. They were dry and used, cracking and worn.

"Kellin, I don't know..." She pondered. She held my hands tighter and looked into my eyes. Hope was in hers but I looked away. I didn't want her to see what my eyes held because I knew there was nothing there except hatred and rage. Constant hatred and rage.

"Okay." She sighed. "Okay. Tomorrow go down and explain it to them. Get your paperwork in order and look for a job this week. Until then, you can help me at my job." She explained. I nodded. I had one goal now: to take care of my ma.

"It'll work out, mama. I know it will." I hugged her as she sighed into me and rubbed my back.

"I hope it will, K. I have faith in you." Of course she did. She was the only one that did and, in turn, she's the only one that matters to me. She always will be.