I laid for what seemed like hours on my bedroom floor cowering. Was Mother planning on returning? I unlocked the doors to the balconey for Brent awhile ago, but he hasn’t come yet.
Finally though, I heard his voice, “Oh my God Jamie!” He almost threw the door off its track as he opened it. He took me into his arms, “What-what happened to you?” He asked as he cradled my tear-stained cheek. “My mother,” I hoarsly answered, “I wouldn’t tell her where I was. Then she was making fun of you and I could not take that without fighting.”
“You never told me about her hurting you phyiscally.”
“Never came up in topic.” I smiled weakly, trying to brighten the mood. Brent smiled back then stood up, carrying me in his arms, “C’mon”
“Where are we going?”
“To my house. From my guess your mother has not fed you, so I think my mom can handle another mouth.” He grinned, “As long as you don’t have a lip ring as well. Did you know she was actually really mad when she saw mine.”
Brent continued as he carried me to his house.