Him ; Bastille

Eviction Call ; 8

"Do you mind if I just..." my voice trails away as I'm already lost for words. It's mum calling me up, she knows better than to call me up in the middle of the day. What if I was in class? Thank god today is my day off. I should be revising...but now I'm trying to make a living to legitimately keep on living. Not that she knows any of that...

Thankfully Kitty's father allows it. To be honest he doesn't give a fuck. Apparently he's only here because he has to for new trainees first day of work — otherwise the campus Kitty's is well...Kitty's. I walk out of the backdoor and answer the call, "mum you've got to stop calling me-" I loudly whisper as I make sure that the grey fire door doesn't shut on me, I put a breeze-block in the way.

"Why didn't you tell us!" She screams down the phone. What does she mean? I don't say anything just invade if Syd has been a little bitch again and telling her lies, "I told you...Dan..." it almost sounds like she's crying.

Seriously, what the fuck have I done?

"And now your father is buying you a plane ticket!" For a lawyer I'd think that she's be a better explainer. "What do you mean he's buying me a plane ticket?!" I shout slightly infuriated by the lack of...every-fucking-thing! "You...you lied to our faces Daniel! You lied! You said you was coping. I should never of believed you, I'm a awful mother...oh my god..." her voice trails off in pity as I don't say anything. I feel guilty, I should've been a good son and told them that I need to borrow money or whatever. "Your landlord called us up because you wouldn't answer your phone...we're the backup contact. He asked if you wanted your family pictures pictures back. Otherwise he is selling everything of yours! You're homeless!" I've got evicted today?!

I knew I should've opened that letter but I thought they give you three weeks. Maybe I was that a bit of a generous guess. It's not my fault, my landlord should've fucking gave me a face-to-face warning. Fucking hell! I don't know what to do or say...or where to go. But there's one thing that I do know — I need to stay in New York. I've got a job now and a girl who...might be interested in me. I don't have that back home. Back home I got moody parents and a sister who thinks very little of me...in England I'm invisible. But over here I'm willing to risk everything for a girl. I don't want to go back home. I'm already home.

Even without a literal home.

I scratch the back of my head as mum continues to weep over the phone hysterically. "Don't worry. You'll be safe as soon as dad orders that ticket-" my eyes widen as I literally hit my head against the back of the coffee shop. My head rests on the modern red bricks, "I'm staying in New York mum. I've literally just got a job...plus there's this girl and she is really wicked and she-" mum cuts me off angrily. "You are homeless! I need you under my roof again! I'm loosing my mind!" But I don't want to be under your roof anymore. I don't want her breathing down my back again. I never got any personal space. I just don't want to go shopping every time she goes shopping, I don't want to drink with her and dad on movie nights...that wasn't a life.

"Fuck my belongings and photos. I'm living at a friends place...tell dad not to buy the ticket. I'm not coming home." This is my life and I'm going to live it how I want. I know my mum is trying to protect me but I'm not a little boy anymore, I need to make mistakes in order to change and progress...

"I love you..." I whisper feeling awful about the way I just spoke to her — even though I really shouldn't. Since she doesn't say anything back I end the call as all of a sudden the gloomy clouds open and rain pours down. Each rain droplet is like a heavy bullet, within seconds I'm drenched from head-to-toe. But still, I don't bother moving. In fact this is perfect weather to fuck manliness and fucking cry.

So I do. I fucking cry.

That's until I feel someone put their hand on my back. I stop my self pity almost immediately as I freeze. I asked for this...I'm in a back alley, New York is also filled with crooks and thugs. "I don't have any money on me" My eyes cannot get any wider, the only thing I'm thankful for is facing the wall. I don't want to know when someone is about to end me. "Sorry...it's me." I stop panicking and turn around to see Kitty, she too is covered is covered in sky water. But through the dismal weather she smiles whilst probably freezing her tits off.

"You shouldn't be out here!" I shout since the rain is pretty loud. "You shouldn't!" She shouts back as she tilts her head towards the back door. I smile and nod my head as I then follow her inside.

How much of that conversation did she hear?