The Bully I Thought I Lost... (Boyxboy) Book 2

Chapter Five

Tears left my eyes as I looked away.
"Just because my family looks stable, doesn't mean we are stable... Allister faked his death, I tried to kill myself, 3 of my sisters ran away at different times to visit me in the hospital because my parents didn't want to take them." I looked up at him and smiled. "But it's okay because my family is stable and they love us for who we are, right?"

"Jay, you know what I mean..."
"Misha, you can't assume things about people's families just because of how they look. Yeah, we do look stable. But did you think about how torn we were about Al supposedly dying? So torn my parents got a divorce? So torn that 2 of my sisters dropped out of school? That my parents refused to work? Refused to cooperate with the police so my father ended up in prison? Do you know that all of this happened while you bullied me?"
"All this time we were together, you kept this from me?"
"You never asked." I replied and stood up. "Do you see what I mean? We aren't a stable family. We're a family who persevered through the hardest parts of life. Being lonely, being poor, being unhappy... but why couldn't you handle being lonely for a while?" I grabbed the door handle and pulled it down, opening the door.
"Thanks for the help. But maybe this is something you should really think about."

Misha walked out and I closed the door behind him. I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. For once, it wasn't more tears greeting my cheeks. It was a smile because damn did it feel good to find a way to put those feeling into words. I got it out and I don't miss him. I'm pretty glad he's gone. Out of my way! I can focus on what I need to do, right?
I walked out of my bathroom with a pep in my step and I couldn't wait for the next mornings coffee.

"Good job, Jay." I whispered to myself with a smile. All of a sudden, another knock on my door was heard. I opened it up and looked at Mr. Mozes.
"You need a better way to communicate with me. You're at my door a lot."
"I apologize. Tomorrow, I need you in my apartment at 6AM."
"Huh? Why?"
"I have an important meeting and I'd like you to style my hair."
"Oh. Um...okay..."
He left back to his room and I closed my door. I checked the time and it was only 8. But then again, the later the slumber, the more you disencumber.

I repeated that over and over in my head, thinking "wow, that was creative." I wrote it on a note page in my phone and smiled. "Dang that was good." I said out loud.
I changed into pajamas and then flopped over on my new, tall, bouncy bed in a wonderful mood. I covered myself with blankets but just then, another person knocked on the door. I tried to ignore it but the knocking continued.
I stood up and walked to the door, opening it slowly.

"Hello!" Bora smiled.
"I'm sleeping." I replied and began closing the door.
"Wait..." he stopped it. "This early?"
"You know what they say..."
"Unfortunately, I don't know what they say. Mind telling me?"
I stood there for a moment and tried to fish out my saying from my brain.
"The later the slumber, the more you disencumber..."
"Disencumber is a big word I've never heard of."
"It's the opposite of encumber."
"Well, what's encumber mean?"
"To hold back. Kay goodnight. I'm tired..." I closed the door and walked back to my bed but he had knocked again. I reopened the door and looked at him.

"So you're saying... the later you go to sleep, the more likely you are to lash out during the day?"
"Or at night! I just want sleep!" I laughed.
He laughed along with me but then waved goodbye to let me sleep.
I got back in my bed and fell asleep once I hit my pillow.

The next morning, I woke up at 5:37. Just enough time for me to get ready and then go over to his apartment to do his hair. Such a weird request. I took the quickest 5 minute shower you've ever seen, dressed myself, styled my hair with gel and walked out of my apartment. I had my gear in a backpack since I had yet to take anything out of the bag. I knocked on his door 2 minutes early and he quickly opened up.
"You're late..." he tapped his foot. I showed him my phone and smiled shyly.
"Actually, sir, I'm 2 minutes early..."
He brought me in and for some reason, his apartment looked like it was so much better. Maybe because he owned it. He had no pictures of anybody on his walls which is a little weird.
"Let's make this quick. I'm very impatient. He lead me to his bathroom and he sat on a stool by the sink, giving me a very large mirror to look into.