know me, clinton cave

four

Christian has been really nice, he stayed after I told him he could leave my apartment whenever he wanted, but he resurrected me that was staying until I feel asleep.

"I told you my homey life story, so what about you." He asked before taking a sip from the beer can, I shrug my shoulders and told him that there wasn't much to tell

"Oh come on, angel, there has to be something..." he smiled, I nodded my head and sighed, "Okay, well... I guess there is some things..." I smiled before moving my knees up to my chest on the wooden stool.

"Uh, so I wasn't always this lowlifed, as you see me now..." I told me, "No one starts this way..." Christian sighed, I just nodded my head, "What made you this way, not being happy as you were?" He asked

I looked at him then glanced at the marble countertop, "A lot of things actually..." I mumbled, "Well, I'm twenty - two, and I've just kinda been this way since I was fifth teen, but i think everything mentally hit me when i turned eighteen" Christian just nodded his head before hugging me, "It's okay Angel..."

I wasn't crying, I was done crying, there were practically no more tears to produce over nothing.

"Uh, so my mother, didn't really have the essences to be a 'great mom'", I told him in air quotes, "she always left at night to go to bars and clubs, and my dad was never home. So it was just me and my brother, Reagan. My brother always tried to protect me, even if it meant him getting in trouble... he never wanted that childhood that he had to bounce off towards me." I explained, "So when my brother turned eighteen, and I was only fourteen, he moved the both of us to another part of California, to keep me away from my own parents because they didn't have the great parenting skills"

"Where's you're brother now...?" He asked, I looked at him and I swear I could feel water in my eyes again, I've never talked about Reagan since a couple months, "I'll tell you all about Reagan, some other time..." I nodded my head as he hugged my tiny bottled up body, his chains around his neck were long enough to reach my chest, which I shivered from how cold it was. Christin looked at me and asked me if I was okay, I just simply smiled and nodded my head and told him what made me shiver.

His phone rang a couple times and buzzed as soon as he held it in his hand and sighed as soon as he read what was on his phone, "I have to go, it's an emergency...Mitchel has passed his limit of alcohol, and apparently Clinton didn't watch him."

I just shook my head and waved as he took one last hug and stepped out of the apartment. I locked the door and carried myself to bed. I remember those memories with Reagan, tears once again flooded my eyes as I force myself to sleep.