Dysfunctional (Sequel to Soft Whispers)

Anywhere (pt.1)

"Here you go" Ray said, he handed me my lessons folder. "You don't have any homework, so lucky you".

I nodded a little and took out the printed lessons for my classes.

"Hey".

I looked up and saw Chresanto walk into the living room. He had on cargo shorts and a graphic T-shirt, all I had on were clean pajamas and socks, and my hair didn't look that great to be honest.

Did you have to come in when I looked like this?

"Like what? You look fine" he stated. I looked at him and wondered why he was lying to me.

I gave him an interesting look before looking over some of my printed lessons. Chresanto sat next to me and watched like he did the other day. I read over the boring lessons and when I was done, I rested my head on Chresanto's shoulder. He casually played with my hair.

>>*<<

"It's not my fault! I'm tired of you blaming me".

"Well Ryan it's not mine".

I slowly opened my eyes as I heard my parents' yelling travel through the air. I covered my eyes with my hands before sighing.

"It's not my fault that she's depressed, I can't do anything about that" my dad stated.

"I'm not saying it is".

I was tired of their arguments revolving around me. Maybe if I was dead, everything would be fine.

Bria.

I should've just died.

Bria, come on. Stop.

'I'm sorry'.

It's okay, I just don't want you feeling that way. Since you've been on Prozac, everything seems to be okay. You haven't had suicidal thoughts ever since you left the hospital, until now.

'I want to get away from here'.

I suddenly heard Ray's door open, I waited for him to come into my room.

"Hey" he said quietly as he walked in.

I looked at him.

"Sorry they have to be so loud".

He walked over and pushed my hair from my face.

"I'm sorry they have to be so damn loud" he repeated.

"It's not my fault, Keisha! If she wasn't depressed then everything would be better".

I looked down and thought about what he said.

"I'll be right back" Ray stated before leaving the room, I sat up.

"You need to stop it, both of you" I heard him say, "I'm sick and tired of waking up to you two yelling at each other. You keep saying she's the reason all of this is happening and you don't even realize that she can hear you. She's heard every single thing you've said about her, that things would be better if she wasn't depressed; but she is and you both need to realize that her hearing this shit isn't helping her get better. You're making it fucking worse".

It was silent for a good five minutes.

"If you're both unhappy, get a damn divorce and stop your fucking yelling, no one has time to listen to your bullshit".

"Rayan, what did I tell you about cursing in m-"

"I don't give a single fuck anymore. I just said all that shit about you making your daughter's depression worse, and all you heard, out of all of that, was my cursing, dad? Seriously? That's why I don't like you, you don't pay attention to the important shit".

"He's right, Ryan" my mom said, "you never notice the more important things".

"Keisha, I don't need you agreeing with him, please".

"All I'm saying is, if you're both unhappy with where your marriage is right now, then please get a divorce and save Bria and I from hearing your late night arguments. Okay? She doesn't need it, and I don't either".

"You know, kids usually want their parents to stay together?" My mom said quietly, I could barely hear her.

"Not when they're making their sister's depression worse, they don't" Ray stated. "I'd rather her be better and happy again than live with either of you".

It was silent for a while, then I heard someone walking up the stairs and down the hall. I looked up and saw Ray, he walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. I looked at him and he looked down at the floor, he played with his hands before glancing at me.

"You wanna get away from here?" He asked lightly.

And go where?

"Anywhere".

I nodded.

"'Kay, I'll be back". I watched him leave and I got up and changed my pajama shorts to comfortable sweatpants. I kept my tank top on and covered my arms with a jacket. I slipped on my Converse and picked up my whiteboard, marker, and phone.

Can Chresanto come?

I asked as I stood in front of Ray's door.

"Yeah, sure, see if he's up" he answered.

I unlocked my phone and went to text him:

Are you awake?

I looked at the time:

11:46

I doubt he's awake. My phone vibrated.

Chresanto: Yeah, are you okay?

I texted him back:

Yeah, I'm fine. Just up late, is all. You wanna go somewhere with Ray and I?

He responded:Where to?

I followed my brother down the hall and stairs. Our parents were sitting in the living room talking quietly, that's a surprise. They looked at us, specifically Ray as he took his keys from the key holder.

"Where are you going?" Our dad asked.

"Out" Ray answered.

"Why?"

"To get away".

"From?" Our mom asked lightly.

"You two" Ray deadpanned. I felt a bit guilty as I saw the look on both of their faces, but it vanished when I remembered what their argument was about; me.

"You have school tomorrow" Our dad noted.

"I know".

"You can't just leave the house at this late of an hour, not unless you have a reasonable reason" our mom stated.

"Your mother's right" our dad added.

Ray looked at her, then him. "You know what? I just remembered now, we don't have anymore milk. Bria and I will go get some right now". He opened the door and I followed him out, the front door closed behind us and I smiled.

I pulled out my phone as I walked to Ray's car and got in. I responded to Chresanto's text:

Anywhere.
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Sorry for any mistakes.
Love,
Me.