That Type of Guy (UNFINISHED)

Chapter four

“Do you know why your dad’s always injured?” I asked Tyrone. He shrugged and took a sip of his drink.

“You don’t know, or you’ve just decided not to tell me?” Again, he shrugged his shoulders. His face went flat, emotionless. His eyes began to fill with sorrow. He looked down and sighed.

He took a breath and began. “Something happened with my mum and dad when I was younger and it upset my mum so much, but she never wanted to leave our house, not with me,” He exhaled and continued “She’s been afraid to do anything except house hold chores and looking after me, even though I look after her more.”

I felt sympathetic for him. I thought his life was better than this. Well, not including his father which is hardly home anyway. There’s something there that not even Tyrone knows.

“Well it must be really horrid if not even your mum can tell you about it, Karen is such a nice lady.” I said. Tyrone looked over his shoulder at the clock and packed up his homework.

“How about we change the subject and just hang out for a while? Do you know when your parents will be home?” Tyrone looked back at the clock.

“Um- I- I’m not sure,” I stuttered. The look on Tyrone’s face was as though he was pondering whether to say something or not. His mouth was gaping open and shut whilst he started at the coffee table. He took a big breath in and exhaled whilst he pinched the bridge of his nose and gave up trying to talk.

“Is there something you want to say?” I raised an eyebrow and laughed. Tyrone shook his head and shot me a grin. “Well you sure look like you did,” I added flirtatiously. We’re not looking for a relationship between each other, but our friendship is just like that. Close. Flirtatious, amusing and close. We laughed for a while. Each time glancing at each other and laughing all over again for absolutely no reason, like a trigger.

We stopped laughing at a sudden tap at the door. I stumbled over to the door, sore from chuckling and responded to the knock. “Who is it?” I half yelled half giggled, peaking through the hole.

“Your mum, Clara,” she said in a stern voice. Oh. I never asked her about Tyrone. “Well?” she yelled. “Are you going to let your mother into her own house?”

I opened the door and mumbled “sorry.”

“Hey Mrs Jacobs, how’s it going?” asked Tyrone, with a smile. He’s very charming and my mum loves him. I guess just not on this occasion, because of me. A frown burrowed into her forehead and she crossed her arms angrily. I better talk to mum about Tyrone in another room, just in case. I looked back at Tyrone and then quickly led my mum into the kitchen.

“Why is Tyrone here?” She demanded still standing with the same appearance as in the living room.

“His father came to pick him up but he was in a bad mood and I was worried for Tyrone.” She raised an eyebrow. “What about Karen? Ever think maybe she needs Tyrone there with her if his father isn’t in a good mood?” My mum started to raise her voice so I quickly lowered mine on purpose. “You’re making a good point there, but I wasn’t thinking of Karen there at the moment, mum,” I whispered with a hint of aggressiveness. She stepped back a little bit, looked down and shook her head. “Clara, you need to ask me next time,” Mum whispered. “Even if you are worried about him.” With a quick fix of her hair and jacket, she walked back into the living room where Tyrone was. 

“I think I’m intruding, Mrs Jacobs, I’m sorry I’ll go,” Mumbled Tyrone nervously. My mother’s scary when she gets angry, and I think Tyrone was worried about that.

“Sit back down again Tyrone, I’d like to have a bit of a chat to you,” Said my mum, calm but sternly.

She gestured towards my room down the hall way. I huffed quietly and walked to my bedroom where I sat on my bed and thought about many different things.

I wonder why Tyrone’s dad is always hurt or angry, he seems like he could be a decent person…

I’m worried about Karen now. Why is she still with someone as harsh as him...

Mum is probably giving Tyrone a lecture right now... Poor him, he doesn’t deserve it...

I wonder what people are going to think of Jodie...

I have to change my bed sheets...

After a while I heard a soft knock at my door. I jumped off my bed and tripped over a pile of clothes where I held out to the door handle to catch me. I opened the door and Tyrone stepped in with a sad smile.

“Did she yell at you? Oh my go-“ Tyrone shushed me with his finger on my lips.

“She talked to me about how I was going at home, she didn’t give me a lecture,” He said.

“So you do know why your mum’s always scared and your dad’s always hurt?” I asked, worried. He shook his head and replied

“I don’t know... But your mum does.”