BEING HALSEY

CHAPTER 52

Tray still hasn’t texted.

I text him I LOVE YOU and it's SEEN.

He never replies and I don’t remember falling asleep but I startle awake around ten pm with strange sounds coming outside my window. I hop out of bed and spot Tray, he waves his lit phone screen and I get the message that he wants to come in.

I know this ain't right but that's my stupid boyfriend down there, high as fuck. I rip off my covers off my bed and join them so they can make a long rope. I drop it down and tie the knot on the bed. That should hold his weight.

It's like I'm Rapunzel with the long hair.

Tray climbs up carefully and he falls towards the floor. I rush forward and he collapses into my arms.

Screw the rules.

Screw my age.

Screw my dad.

I shut the window and lead him to my bed. I cradle his body as he slams his fist against his own leg.

He's drunk but not too much.

" Why didn't you tell me?" He asks and I feel like he's about to throw up.

" You're not supposed to be here."

" But you let me in." He says and pulles me close to chest. The smell of weed hits me like a hot slap on the face.

He belches.

I should probably get him some water. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to give drunk people? So they can sober up quickly?

I stand and he grabs my arm.

“I’ll be back,” I say. “I promise.”

I walk down to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. I hold up his head and angle the bottle in front of his lips.

“Drink.”

He shakes his head slowly. “If I drink any more, I’ll puke.”

" It’s water.”

I tilt the bottle and it spills into his mouth and dribbles down his chin. He takes the bottle and then drops it. Water pours across my floor.

"Ohhh no,” he whispers. “I’m sorry.”

" It's fine."

The puddle soaks on the mat.

" Hal?”

“Yeah?”

He pauses. “Never mind.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

But his tone is definitely not nothing. I turn to him and his eyes are closed. His skin is pale and tired.

“What?” I ask again and dip my fingers in his hair.

" Are you...are you seventeen?"

My body is rigid.

" Uh..um..." I feel like I'm swallowing my own tongue.

" But I love you, okay." He says and close his eyes again.

" You love me right?" He looks at me with those big brown eyes which, okay, are a bit red from the drinking.

" Yes, I love you." I want to shout so loud and tell the whole world how crazy and madly I am inlove with my African American boyfriend. I kiss him on the cheek as he leans foward and throws up on the floor.

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