Mantra

10

Kellin's pov

My ribs and shoulder hurt like I fell off my bed.. did I? I do that a lot. I'm laying on something squishy and my face is against something warm. I open my eyes and sit up.

My face was on Oliver, I blush and look at him. He's sleeping sitting upright. "How are you feeling?" I look at where the sound comes from.

Its Oliver's mom, shes sitting in a chair a few feet away from the couch me and Oli are on. My ribs hurt more than I thought.. "I'm okay," I mumble and look at my mom.

Shes laying on a hospital bed attached to things that beep and hum. I get up and look at Oli's mom. Shes now looking at my mom.

I go over to the bed slowly, she still looks dead. The heart monitor let's me know shes not but it still hurts my heart. Tears start falling, I'm such a cry baby...

Bruises are all over her frail body. I sob leaves my mouth and I feel myself break more. My mother is in the hospital because of her husband.. her love beats her...

I'm pulled into a hug and I let them hug me. At first I thought it was Oliver but body shape and the long hair hints it's his mom. I cry harder, my mom doesn't do this when I cry.

"Its okay baby, everything will work out," shes so nice. She smells good too. Sobs leave my mouth uncontrollably and I'm sure I'm getting tears all over her..

"What's happening? Kellin?" Oli says and he's to our side in a second and he rubs my back as his mom hugs me. "We are here for you," his mom says and I cant stop crying.

"K-kellin?" I hear my say and I pull away from both of then and go to my mom. Shes awake, tired looking but alive. I smile but my body's still crying.

"Why are you crying?" She asks weakly.  I hug her, this surprises her... but she doesn't hug back. My heart breaks. I pull away and look at her. Why would she hug me? She hasn't hugged me since I was 3..

"I'm sorry I didn't come h-home from sc-chool, y-you were mad a-and I wa-s scared!" I apologize through tears and sobs.

She looks disappointed in me..

"You should have been there.. I could have died kellin," her face shows disgust.. I look at Oliver and his mom, they look surprised and sad.. they look similar.  Both tall, attractive features, and the same smile..

I look at my mom..

She hates me.. I guess we have that in common.

"I'm sorry.. get some rest mom, I love you." I say and walk back to the couch. My sobs have mostly stopped.. I'm just shocked, I shouldn't be but I am.

Oliver's mom (I should learn her name) kneels down in front of me and gives me a small smile, she holds my and and looks into my eyes. I imagine this is the look she would give a 5 year old Oli after him scraping his knee.

"Do you want to come stay at my house for a few days until you want to go home?" She asks.

Going to sleep without being yelled at or slapped around sounds amazing. My parents do stuff like pull my hair, slap me, and scream at me.. almost never leaving proof.

I nod my head yes and she stands up and kisses my forehead. I love this woman already.  This is the definition of a good mom. She goes over to my mom and now Oliver is walking over to me. He sits next to me and hugs me.

I hug back and I'm happy to find it wasn't a short hug. I rest my head on his shoulder and listen to his breathing. He's a calming person to be around, well halfway. I always feel butterflies in my stomach or sparks when we touch.