Hidden (Matt Espinosa)

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"Mom you have to stop drinking. You have to go pick up Jonah from school."

She waves her hand and takes another slug.

"Mom we need to go."

Ana starts crying and I run towards her bedroom. I sit beside her, "Shh, it's okay Ana." She continues crying and I wrap my arm around her, "I'll be right back okay, here, take Bluie and hold him tight." The thunder claps and the rain beats down harder on the roof.

I walk into the other room and look towards my mom, "Mom you need to go get Jonah." She rolls her eyes at me, "Take the car and get him yourself, I still have some left in this six pack."

I start to get frustrated, "Mom I can't drive."

"Then walk."

Her voice is hard and cold, "Mom there's severe storm warnings and there's lightening everywhere."

She ignores my comment and keeps her gaze to the TV.

"Ever since dad was put into prison you haven't stopped drinking. Before he was locked up he was our income. He was a CEO of a huge company mom! We are going to lose our house if you can't get your act together."

She takes her gaze off the TV and brings it to me, "Not my fault he's a criminal."

"JUST CAUSE HE'S A CRIMINAL DOESN'T MEAN YOU NEED TO TAKE US DOWN WITH YOUR GRIEVING SELF. NOW YOUR ASKING ME TO GO OUT IN THIS STORM TO WALK HOME YOUR SON WHO'S DYING OF CANCER, WHAT A MOM."

I run out the door into the pouring rain, pulling my hoodie over my head.

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I awake from my dream. My body is shaking from the cold crisp air coming through the slightly ajar window and my body is covered in sweat, like I had just been out in a storm.

I roll over and feel a ping on my side, I look down and with the help of the moons light shining through the window I see a small forming bruise. I lean my head back and wince. Why does he have to keep hurting me like this? I look around the dark room and my lip starts to quiver, I hate how George finds all these ways to take advantage of me and hurt me without anyone every knowing. I always contemplate telling someone, maybe Nick, or mom, maybe even Matt or Jordan, no I can't do that they would never see me the same. I close my eyes tight enough to where I think my thoughts will actually shut up, within seconds I'm asleep.

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Me: Here

I close the car door behind me and walk up the steps to Matt's door. Before I even have the chance to knock the door swings opens before me, "Hello my friend, come in." I let out a chuckle and walk in.

"Well hello, you seem very perky."

"Why wouldn't I be."

"Because I'm here, anyways where are we frolicking today?"

Matt holds his gut and begins to laugh. After a few minutes of catching his breath he looks to me, "Did you seriously refer to sex as frolicking?"

I stared at him blankly, "Maybe."

He walks over to me and pulls me in for a hug, then releases, "I thought today we could talk."

"Talk?" I was kind-of shocked, Matt isn't the type to, talk. He usually just wants to cut to the chase and have sex, not just talk.

"Yeah, we barely know each other."