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Pry -Presley's POV

Presley's POV-

I limped inside slowly and sighed when I saw my mom. She was still on the couch with the small afghan covering her. She looked pale and worn out. Honestly, I felt the same way. I could hear her loud snores as she breathed out so I knew she was alive. She was really going to feel like shit when she woke up in a bit. She had been asleep for so long, but I didn't want to wake her up. Honestly, I didn't want to be there for her initial downward spiral when she realized what happened the night before.

I made her a sandwich and put it in the fridge. Then I wrote a note telling her to call me if she needed me because I was going to a friend's house to study. I put it on the counter with a glass of water and some aspirin.

I looked around the small house and shook my head. It was a mess from her fit the night before. There was broken glass that needed to be cleaned, pillows and cushions that needed to be picked up, and holes that needed to be covered. I'd have to do that later though, I had too much stuff to do at that moment.

I went to my room and examined my eye in the stand up mirror that was on the back of my door. It looked horrible, but there was nothing that could be done about it. I sighed and sat on my bed. I rolled my pants up and looked at the ankle that had been bugging the hell out of me all day. It was a bit bruised and swollen, nothing too bad but it was starting to really hurt.

I knew I probably shouldn't be walking to Dylan's house. So, against my better judgment, I called Dylan. I hated asking for help, but I really had no choice... I needed a ride. Hopefully it wouldn't be too far out of his way.

I called him and he picked up after the second ring.

"hello?" he asked uncertain.

"hey valedictorian," I said as if it was the most casual thing in the world for me to call him.

"oh hey... um hold on a minute." Dylan said hesitantly. I could hear car doors and him talking to someone, I knew it had to be his girlfriend. I could hear her shrill voice.

After a few moments I heard her practically yell, "ugh, fine. I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Dylan." And then I could hear that she slammed the door. Man, I guess he really pissed her off.

A few more seconds passed and he got back on the phone. "hello..." he said with an exhale.

"uh-oh looks like someone is in trouble." I teased

"did you need something?" he asked in an annoyed tone. I knew I was pushing him, but it was fun to annoy him.

"could you, kind sir, please come and pick me up? My mother is dead ass asleep and I kind of twisted my ankle last night and it is beginning to bother me. If not though, that's okay.... I can walk." I started, but then started second guessing myself. He didn't need to bother himself with my issues. "You know what? Actually, it's not that bad... I'll just w-" I began backtracking.

He stopped me quickly though. "Presley, I'm not going to let you walk all the way to my house when your ankle hurts. What is your address so I can pick you up and we can get to work?"

I told him my address and smiled to myself, he was so nice. "thank you dyl... I really appreciate this." I whispered gratefully and hung up, I really did appreciate it.

I went outside with my school stuff and waited at the end of my driveway. The last thing I needed was my mom waking up to him knocking on the door. Him seeing her in her crazy depressed mood would be absolutely mortifying. There was absolutely no consoling her when she was like that and it was really hard to see someone like that. Good ole boy Dylan, definitely wouldn't be able to handle that.