Gotta Help

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                 I get my mom, “You need to drive me to Austin’s house. NOW!” I say. Any calmness in my voice is gone now. I’m freaking out.  My mom didn’t ask questions. She trusted me enough to just drive me there.

“When should I pick you up?” she asked as I jumped out of the car.

“I don’t know. I’ll call you” I yell as I run up to the front door.

                I knock on the front door. While I wait there I try to get myself together a little. His dad opens the door, “Thank God you here,” he says. I can see it’s a relief for him to have someone else here.

“He’s in his room, right?” I ask.

“Still there. His moms trying to talk to him still though.” he said.

                 I walked over to Austin’s bedroom door. His mom was sitting against the door pleading for him to come out. “Mrs. Core? I’m here,” I say. She turns to me. Her makeup is dripping down her face because of the tears that are still cascading down her face. I walk over to her. I sit down. “You’re going to be ok. I want you to go and sit down and calm down a little. Ok?” I say calmly, “I’m going to try to talk to Austin, but you aren’t going to help.”  I stand her up and walk her over to the couch in the living room. She sits down. I didn’t know what else I could do for her so I went back to the door.

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