Tiny (boyxboy)

*nine* I'm Not Okay

*Kora's POV*

I sat in front of my mirror, after deciding on a meeting place with Andy, and quickly fixed my hair and make up. I sighed softly and looked at my phone, it was now almost 9:30 at night, but that's fine. My mother usually didn't care when i left or how long i was out. I guess that was cool, but sometimes i wished she actually cared about me. I fixed my dreads into a kind of ponytail and applied my dark red lipstick before shoving on some black combat boots and heading towards the door. I put in my ear buds and turned on this new band i had discovered called "Fleshgod Apocalypse". 

My mom looked up from the television for a second, but didn't say anything. My little brother ran up and hugged my legs.

"Sissy?" He giggled softly, he was only 3, his soft blonde hair falling into his eyes. The delicate curls bouncing with every movement he made.

"Yes, Nyko?" I grinned down at him and ruffled his hair.

"Where ya goin?" He asked, looking up at me with his bright green eyes.

"Just to go meet a friend, I'll be back soon, I promise" I picked him up and kissed his cheeks before heading out the door. 

I was always afraid to leave him with my mother, especially when shes like this. She never pays attention to him, what if he got into some bleach or something? I feel like my mother has forced me to grow up before I'm ready, as soon as she had Nyko i was the one who took care of him while she sat on the couch. I was only 13. What kind of 13 year old wants to raise a kid? I managed to, and balance a job and school as soon as i hit 15. I was forced to be the adult. I was the one to set up his doctors appointments, and register him for daycare, and feed him, and hold him when he cried. He accidentally called me his mom on a few occasions. Which i didn't mind, he was more like my son than my little brother. I knew that when i turned 18 i was going to have to take him with me, and that it would cause more of an uproar with my mother. I would fight for custody if i had to. I'm not leaving him in that house.

I walked up to Andy, who was sitting on the swings, and smiled. 

"Hey, Hun." I gave him a quick hug and sat on the swing beside him, "So whats up?"

He sighed and ran his fingers through his soft hair, "Danny, we, uh-"

"You fucked?" I cut him off, a grin on my face. He gulped and nodded. "I thought that's what you wanted? You're, like, in love with him, right?" I questioned, frowning. 

His face showed that he was troubled, i could see that much.

"Yeah, i guess, but he said he regretted it, then came to my house earlier and kissed me, out of nowhere, and he was sober this time, because when we did.. stuff.. he was drunk, but when i went to talk to him about it he just left. I don't understand. What does he want?? And then i met this guy Carson today and hes really sweet and really interesting but i don't even know if hes gay, and even so would i even have a chance? He seems so perfect." He ranted to me, tears starting to spill over and streak his cheeks. 

I took a deep breath, "Hunny, you need to talk to Danny, its obvious he feels something for you, but maybe hes just afraid. I mean, he has a girlfriend. And this Carson guy, you hardly know him so don't rush things with that" I looked at him, i could see he was in pain, his whole face said it. He looked so delicate in this lighting. 

"I know, but he wont talk to me. He runs from it. I care about him, i really do, but I'm not sure i can handle this bipolarness" He put his head in his hands and shook softly with sobs, "And my father, oh my god, hes been so much worse this past week than normal. He beats me, Kora, and then disappears for the whole weekend." He whimpered, then whispered softly; "I don't understand why i have to have the life i do."

I knew how he felt, i really did. It wasn't easy when you had everyone everywhere telling you who you had to be, and how to act, and if you didn't listen they would beat you or abuse you mentally. It was rough.

"You've made it this far, Andrew, you can make it a little longer until your 18" 

"but that's the thing, I'm supposed to move in with Danny when I'm 18, but if this doesn't work out then where will i go? I cant stay in my house any longer, its killing me" He turned to look at me, his eyes red and puffy. 

"We'll figure something out, i promise." I offered him a smile. The corners of his mouth moved upwards slightly in the beginning of a smile. Which was good, it was better than crying.

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*A/N: Hey! So far so good i suppose. I've been trying my hardest to put more thought into each chapter. Leave comments. Your feedback is what keeps me writing, if i dont get comments i probably wont continue writing this, or at least i wont publish it. 

The picture is Kora, just minus the tattoos

HAVE A GOOD DAY LOVES*