As flippant and brash as I may seem to my friends, I care about them a lot.
And I mean a lot a lot.
My best friend is having troubles at home and I haven't seen her to ask her about it. Hell, they took her phone off of her so I can't contact her just to check she's alright. It's shit like this that sends my head into overdrive and i worry and worry and worry.
She's probably fine. I know that she is probably fine.
Doesn't stop my head though.
And when I hear that my friends have been in car accident, or nearly in car accidents (looking at you, boys) I worry. Are they Okay? I they hurt? Is there a casualty count? I need to know.
I love my friends too much to not care about their safety. That's why I don't take shit like rape and abuse and physical violence lightly. Because I will do whatever it takes to make sure they can get out if that situation.
Which leads me to my next point.
To my best friend.
It's going to be alright.
What ever you tell me today that happened this weekend, I pray that it's okay. And if it isn't, I will look after you.
Now you are like me. Too polite. You want to stay at my house if you need to but you are too polite to say so.
Breath.
I have your back.
If you are in danger, my mum will not mind in the slightest.
You have a place here with me, and it's called home.
I will do whatever it takes to make sure you are safe. I know that you don't want me to but I will take you in if it's necessary.
You have a home with me.
