Breathe

Talk!

I ate dinner and went into my room. I closed the door and locked it. I sat down on my bed and got the little canister out of my bedside drawer. I opened the container and pulled out the blade. I held it in my hand.

Then I looked at the number written on my hand. I looked at my phone that was in my lap. I then sighed and put the blade away.

I picked up my phone and went to my calls. I touched the dial pad icon. I typed in Nate's number.

The phone rang two times.

"HI person! Who are you?" He answered the phone.

"It's Rihannon. From the support group."

"Ooohhhh! Hi."

"Hi. Um you wanted me to call you?"

"Yeah. I did."

"For what?" I asked.

"Um. Wanna hang out at my house tonight? I mean. It is a friday."

"I'd have to ask my mom."

"Well go ask your birth giver!" He screamed.

I put Nate on hold and went into the living room where my mom was watching the news. "Hey mommy. Nathan wants to know if I can hang out at his house tonight. Can I?"

She looked back at me with her glasses perched on her nose. "Who's Nathan again?"

I rolled my eyes. "Mom don't play with me. Please."

"Fine. Is he listening?" She pointed at my phone. I took Nate off hold and put him on speaker.

"Nate. Speak."

"What's up?"

"My mom wants to tell you something."

"Okay?"

"Hey Nathan!" She yelled

"Hi."

"She can 'hang out' but you have boundaries and rules. One, no touching. Two, no smooching. And three, She must be home by midnight!"

"Yes ma'am."

I walked away and smiled. I took Nate off speaker phone.

"Are you picking me up?" I asked.

"Where do you live?"

I told him my address.

"Kay. I'll be there in two minutes."

"Two minutes?!"

"I live down the street..." He said.

"Oh."

"Two minutes."

I hung up and did my makeup a little bit. I fixed my hair. I was wearing skinny jeans, a white hoodie, and blue Converse All Stars.

After I was done I waited on the porch for him.

His car pulled up. I ran. I opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. "Hi." he said.

"Hi." I said back.

"Um my friend Jordan, from the support group, is over there. He's going through a rough time. His girlfriend dumped him. Literally, was driving and told him to get out of the car. I had to go pick him up."

"Oh." I said.

"He'll leave later though." Nate winked and put his hand next to my thigh. I could tell he was tempted to put his hand on it.

"Did you not hear what my mom said? 'No touching'!" I exclaimed. Though I kind of wanted Nate to touch me.

"Jeez."

"Sorry."

We arrived at his house and I walked in with him. He introduced me to his mom and dad. Bridget and Max. They seemed nice.

"My room is the basement. Jordan's down there." He made his eyes get wide. I walked down the basement stairs and Nate closed the door. I saw a blonde haired boy in a gamer chair playing Left for Dead 2.

I watched him play. He was playing as Ellis.

Nate came behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders. "Jay! She's here!"

Jordan turned his head towards me. "Oh. Hey Rihanna."

"Your forgetting an 'n'." I said.

"Whatever," Jordan paused the game and glared at me. "Rihannon." He said.

I sat down on the bed that had messy sheets all over it. I looked around the basement. Clothes, crumbs, paper, and other shit was everywhere!

"Dude. You need to clean your room."

"You and my parents!"

"Seriously bro." Jordan said to Nate.

"Fine! I'll clean it tomorrow." He sat down next to me and 'accidentally' put his hand on my thigh.

I didn't shoo his hand away. It felt good. I leaned into him. He was warm.

He looked over at me and smiled lightly.

Tonight is gonna be good.