August 24th- Book One in the May 3rd series

Chapter 70-- Gotta Go Fast and Suck My Bagel at 10:51......:((((

Warnings ⚠: Child Abuse, Rape, Violence, Religion, Drug Use, Alcohol Use, Use of Slurs, Homophobia, Bullying, Mention of Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Actions, Gun Use 

Josiah's P.O.V.

-Sunday, November 21st-

Damien has been making me go to a couple apartments that he decided was in his price range.

It's funny because I have made it clear so many times that I couldn't care less. But he wants me to care.

So, I'll pretend.

He seems pretty excited about this one. I need to pretend to hate it.

So he thinks I care.

I look around and put on my best thinking face.

"I hate it." I say, unable to see anything aside from blurs of colors.

"Why? It's not that bad."

Why? I don't know why! I can't see it!

"Because... It is... Um... White. The walls are too white." I say.

"They're gray actually. Light gray." He informs me. "And also the floor dips and that's alarming."

"The ground is going to cave in and we're all going to die."

"Good."

"DAMIEN." I glare at him.

"Right. Um. Damn. That would... suck."

"This apartment sucks. Let's go get my ice cream and go home." I say.

"We have one more to look at. Then you'll earn your ice cream."

"Wow. Thanks. I hate it," I mutter, "Why am I here?"

"Because," He says, taking my hand and leading me out of the open house, "I didn't want to be alone."

"Pierre could have came with you." I pout.

"He's at work. Besides, I'm not dating Pierre. I don't want to be with him."

"Um... Good? I guess. And he can skip work! He works for an awful person anyways. He should leave. He should get a job as...a butler for a nice person who isn't a bitch." I rant.

"Hey. Don't say that." He says quietly.

"Say what?" I ask, not softening my tone even though he did.

I don't know what the problem is here.

It's all true. He is a good person who shouldn't be working for such a piece of trash.

"Don't call her a bitch." Is all he says as he gets into the car.

Don't call her a bitch...?

I get in, too, immediately buckling up.

"What do I call her then?" I ask, confused.

"Don't call her anything...? She's still my mom. She's all I have left. Maybe..." He trails off. "Nevermind. It's dumb."

"Everything you say is dumb. Maybe what?"

"I like to imagine sometimes...that maybe one day, she'll forgive me." He says quietly.

"Forgive you for what? You didn't do anything wrong." I say.

As if he would believe me.

Parents have too strong of influences on their kids. No matter what anyone says, if it doesn't line up with the parents' teachings, they will never believe it.