Jessica
There were a lot of messages. The gray bubbles were but larger than the blue ones, but both seemed lengthy.
Kyle
Bro you haven't played for days
Austin
Ik im sorry
Kyle
Get on we can play rn
Austin
Nah not today
Kyle
Why what's up
Austin
Jess has been mad at me for a shit long of a time
Kyle
Why?
Austin
I don't know and it's fucking annoying. She's been stressed and I know that so I've been trying to help her but every time I try we end up arguing
Austin
And I'm not trying to say it's her fault because I don't know why she's acting like this. Idk if you could tell but she's acting differently towards me
Kyle
Nah I haven't been able to tell
Kyle
Maybe she needs some time alone
Austin
It's not even that. She's still hanging out with Kayla and other people just not me.
Kyle
Maybe shits going on at home
Kyle was right. He guessed that part perfectly.
Austin
Idk I feel like she would've told me by now
Kyle
By now?
Kyle
How long has it been?
Austin
Like two weeks I'm not even sure
Kyle
Damn
Austin
Idk what to do bro I hate how hurt she is but she's not letting me help her at all
Kyle
Do you want me to talk to her?
Austin
You can try. Either way I doubt she'll tell you anything & even if she does she probably won't want you telling anyone
Kyle
I'm pretty sure whatever she tells me you'll already know
Austin
She hasn't told me anything
Kyle
Point proven
Kyle
I'll try talking to her
Austin
It's fine you don't have to. We had an argument today it'll piss her off
Kyle
What happened?
Austin
She's trying to smoke a lot and I don't want her to cause she's stressed and if she gets used to it, it might fuck things up
Kyle
She argued because of that?
Austin
We argued cause I lost my chill and she told me to fuck off
Kyle
Oh shit
Kyle
Alright I'll try talking to her. Hopefully she'll tell me what's going on
Austin
There's really no point
Kyle
*try*
Austin
Alright bet good luck
Kyle
I'll tell you what happens
Reading the messages brought tears to my eyes. I was hurting Austin more than I thought. I was being such an asshole to him.
When I read what he said about me smoking, I realized that he was just being caring.
I gave Kyle's phone back to him, biting my finger to stop myself from crying.
"What's going on, Jess?" He asked. I shook my head. "Can we please not talk about it?" I pleaded, my voice close to cracking.
"Don't you think it would be better if you did?" He asked. I couldn't look at him. I knew that if I did, I'd lose it. I didn't blink, either. One blink would lead to a million tears, and I hated crying in front of people.
"No," I said. He stayed quiet. I was gracious for it, if I talked any more, it would've led to a breakdown.
"Where do you want to go?" He asked after about a minute. I shrugged. "Somewhere busy," I said. "I don't know if you're up for it, but I heard there's a party on Saturday that we can go to," he said.
Oh my God. Kyle's a genius. That was perfect.
"Yes," I immediately nodded. People, music, fun. What better way was there to get over my slump?
"What do you want to do now, though?" He asked. "I don't know," I said. "You choose, I don't mind," I added.
He continued driving for a few more minutes, when my phone vibrated with a text.
Noah
Where are you?
Me
With Kyle why
Noah
Ok
Me
Why what happened
Noah
Call me when you're coming home
Me
Noah what happened
Noah
Nothing don't worry
That did nothing but make me worry. I looked at the time on my phone. Mom would've been home by now.
"Kyle, I'm so sorry can you please take me home?" I asked. "Why, is everything okay?" He asked. "Y- N.. I don't know. Please, drive me home," I said, growing worried.
He made a U-Turn quickly, driving faster. We reached my house within minutes.
"Do you need me to come with-" "No, it's fine. Thank you, Kyle," I quickly said, getting out of his car.
Speed walking up the porch, I shoved my keys into the door and opened it, seeing my house in it's normal status.. but.. quiet.
"Noah?" I called. He walked out of the kitchen, looking directly at me. "I told you to call me when you're-" "What happened?" I asked, seeing blood trail down his arm.
He stayed silent, moving the cloth that he already had there.
"Don't worry," he said. "Where's Dad?" I asked. He paused. "Where's Mom?" I asked, getting no response about Dad.
"She's not home yet," he said. "Where's Dad?" I asked, again. He sighed. "I don't know," he said.
"What does that mean?" I asked. "He left. We got into an argument and he freaked and left."
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Anger Issues
Romance"You need help, Austin!" I shouted. "No I don't!" He yelled back, stepping closer to me. I looked down as fear entered my body. My fingers began shaking as tears welled up in my eyes. He cornered me, and I had nowhere to go. "Look at me," Austin...
