It Goes There // Josh Dun + Twenty One Pilots

thirteen // this place is so pathetic

--Chicago's P.O.V--

"So Jonah and Noah almost got arrested again?" Garrett asked, lying his head down onto my comforter.

I nodded, my legs stretching out and resting on his back. "Yep, and I told them that I wasn't going to take them to the park anymore and if they get arrested again, I'll make sure they won't make bail."

My boyfriend chuckled. "I bet they weren't happy about that."

I turned my head to glance at my alarm clock. It was currently two in the morning on a Sunday and I was surprised my parents hadn't came in to make sure I was alone. Over the past week, Garrett had hid in my closet at least three or four times. Each time, he was never caught.

"Are you getting tired?" Garrett asked me. "Don't think you have to stay up just because I can't sleep. I don't want you to wake up tired."

The concern in his voice always got to me. Mainly because he didn't understand the concern I had for him. He had barely slept in the last three days and he was worrying about me being tired in the morning. I was also worried because he refused to take off his red hoodie which he always did.

I was a feeling bit tired, but I didn't want to admit it. Garrett was right. I wanted to stay up and keep him company because he was risking his behind to come into my room in the middle of the night. However, my body didn't agree with my motives.

"I am a bit tired," I admitted.

Garrett grinned, sitting up. "Then lay down and try to sleep. I won't leave yet, alright?"

I nodded, getting to my feet. "I have to go wash my face and I'll be back."

I hurried out of my room and down the hallway. Washing my face didn't take very long and as I was stepping out of the bathroom, I heard angry voices that belonged to my parents coming up the stairs. Eavesdropping was something I was fantastic at. Being light-footed and being able to keep your breathing quiet was the key.

I pressed myself against the wall at the top of my stairs and I was able to see my mother and father clearly in the living room. If one of them looked up, I was going to be dead.

"Where did the money go, Quentin?" My mother's voice sounded very frustrated as she pulled at her blonde hair. "It couldn't have just disappeared into thin air!"

My father continued pacing as he responded. "I told you! I don't know anything about the money disappearing."

"You were the last one that had anything to do with that money! Isn't it funny that it disappeared right after you left work?"

My father was livid at the assumption, but somehow, he was able to keep this voice down. "Sarah, I am telling you that I had nothing to do with the money."

I watched my mother roll her eyes as she scoffed. "You better be right because of now all our bank accounts are frozen, including Harper and Eric's, and they won't be unfrozen until your name is cleared."

I was stunned. Our money was being cut off? I never quite understood the concept that I was rich. My family didn't go out and buy fancy stuff to show off their wealth. I didn't even know how much we really had in the bank, but it most be all of our savings because my mother looked like she was about to have a heart attack.

MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM

I quickly darted down the hallway as I realized that she was planning to come up the stairs and shut my door as quietly as I could. Garrett gasped as I turned around. He had his hoodie pulled off and the red marks that covered his arms were very noticeable. Some were even bleeding.