Brandon and Rowan (Tagged)

Phonecall

Brandons POV

The last few months have been the worst in my life - but i deserve it. Plus, it might be better than having to deal with my father

Prison is just another word for "Temporary hell" before the real thing when you die. Constantly getting yelled at, having to sleep on a practically steel bed with a thin mattress, using the toilet in front of people and showering - it truly was disgusting - but I guess this was the punishment for being an asshole.

The only thing good about my day was the 20 minute phone calls we got. It was always Trevor - even though i always hoped it was a certain someone else - that was way too high of a hope - but Trevor was good enough for me. Hell! Anyone from school that i knew would have been great, having someone to talk to is just nice

Trevor would call everyday and update me every single time something happened because he did not want me getting behind on the shit school. He told me about how someone threw up in the cafeteria earlier yesterday and how someone pantsed a teacher -  they are definitely in trouble.

But i would always ask him about one person

"How is she"
"Is she okay?"
"Does she pretend i don't still exist?"
"She still hates me doesn't she"

"Bro. Rowan - she's fine. At least she seems okay but you and i both know you cant rely on how someone is just because they put a smile on in school" Trevor says to me as i sigh

"You're right" i say as the phone cuts of

20 minutes. Times up

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It's been days now of the same old crap. Trevor telling me about some student mishap.

The phone was ringing, i picked it up obviously

"Trevor what happened now" i say

"Brandon?" I hear as my eyes grow wide

... "Rowan?"