Sky is waiting outside when I pull up, friends in tow.
"Hey River," he starts, "can Ian come over?"
I think about it for a while, before nodding my head. "If mom and Samuel start fighting, I'm taking him home, okay?"
"All right." He motions to the tall red haired boy to jump in the backseat, and soon, we're driving down the road, radio on full blast, singing at the top of our lungs. I forgot how much fun boys, no matter the age, can be. Maybe this project with Harrison won't be so bad after all.
I can hear them yelling from inside the car, so I turn to face Sky. "He can't be here while this is happening." I tell him. He sighs, and glances back at Ian apologetically.
"Uh...well, Sky could come over to my house." Ian suggests.
Sky won't get in much trouble if he stays over at someone's house, so I back out and drive the short way to Ian's house.
"Call me if you need me." I tell my brother before he gets out of the car. Ian is already waiting at the door, but Sky leans over, hugs me, and tells me he loves me, before exiting the car and running up the front walk.
He still believes in love. I have hope for that boy. Maybe he will turn out better than I did.
I drive aimlessly through the town, passing the same spots more than once. I am trying to rid myself of this "I need a friend" feeling that has been bubbling inside me. I don't want to go home, but I don't want to keep wasting gas. At five, I decide to pull over in the grocery store parking lot and text Harrison, since it's a lot less awkward than calling. Maybe working on a project will get my mind off the fighting, and the persistent call of the razor blade.
Hey, River here. Wondering if you'd mind working on our project tonight. Was thinking we could just test normal stuff, like dish soap, Windex, Raid, etc. Let me know.
I press send and turn my car off, closing my eyes and waiting for the response. Texting someone outside of my family is a whole new territory for me. I don't usually even speak to anyone unless I have to. My attachment to certain people has only been fleeting. I guess when I was little, I wasn't taught how to show affection the right way. My father never did anything around the house, and my mother worked every day,
"Hey River," he starts, "can Ian come over?"
I think about it for a while, before nodding my head. "If mom and Samuel start fighting, I'm taking him home, okay?"
"All right." He motions to the tall red haired boy to jump in the backseat, and soon, we're driving down the road, radio on full blast, singing at the top of our lungs. I forgot how much fun boys, no matter the age, can be. Maybe this project with Harrison won't be so bad after all.
I can hear them yelling from inside the car, so I turn to face Sky. "He can't be here while this is happening." I tell him. He sighs, and glances back at Ian apologetically.
"Uh...well, Sky could come over to my house." Ian suggests.
Sky won't get in much trouble if he stays over at someone's house, so I back out and drive the short way to Ian's house.
"Call me if you need me." I tell my brother before he gets out of the car. Ian is already waiting at the door, but Sky leans over, hugs me, and tells me he loves me, before exiting the car and running up the front walk.
He still believes in love. I have hope for that boy. Maybe he will turn out better than I did.
I drive aimlessly through the town, passing the same spots more than once. I am trying to rid myself of this "I need a friend" feeling that has been bubbling inside me. I don't want to go home, but I don't want to keep wasting gas. At five, I decide to pull over in the grocery store parking lot and text Harrison, since it's a lot less awkward than calling. Maybe working on a project will get my mind off the fighting, and the persistent call of the razor blade.
Hey, River here. Wondering if you'd mind working on our project tonight. Was thinking we could just test normal stuff, like dish soap, Windex, Raid, etc. Let me know.
I press send and turn my car off, closing my eyes and waiting for the response. Texting someone outside of my family is a whole new territory for me. I don't usually even speak to anyone unless I have to. My attachment to certain people has only been fleeting. I guess when I was little, I wasn't taught how to show affection the right way. My father never did anything around the house, and my mother worked every day,
