Four girls T@gged

#Underpressure-3

We stood for a moment in silence.

I broke it.

"Last night after I got home, I wanted to see you." I started.

He looked at me, wondering where I was going with this.

"I went to see you at your house."

His jaw clenched and he tensed.

He looked worried and scared.

"I've been there before, but it's always been just you there. I've never seen your mom or dad. Why?" I asked.

He sighed and turned around and moved to sit next to me and he laid down.

He stared at my ceiling.

I laid down next to him.

"I don't know much about my mom really. She's just gone." He started.

I saw his dad.

He was drunk.

Mean.

"My dads an ass and I don't like when my friends see him." He said shortly.

I nodded.

"My dad was nice. My dad was funny and sweet. He never cried. Never got mad. He was perfect. That's what he showed everyone. I never knew he struggled so much. He had depression bad. Last year he stopped taking his meds and I found him after school. He had shot himself. It's why I hate the color red I think. Until I started drinking every time I closed my eyes I saw him. I saw red." I said not looking over.

I felt him looking at me though.

"He left a note. I didn't get to read it. Mom has." I added.

"I wish I knew this then." He mumbled.

I nodded.

"I did what he did. I didn't show anyone." I replied.

"Did Jensen know?" He asked.

"Not really. He knew he died, not that that's drove me to drink and stuff." I answered.

"Did you really love him?" He asked softly.

"I don't know. I thought I did, but the more I think about everything I can remember, I think he was just more of a distraction for me. Something to make me not think about what was really happening." I admitted.

I felt tears slip down my face.

"You said you didn't drink for fun either? Is it your mom?" I asked wiping my face.

He chuckled.

"No."

He didn't say anything else.

My arms were by my side and we just laid silently.

I felt his arm brush against mine.

I exhaled deeply.

"Are you tired?" He asked.

"No." I lied.

I was tired, but I don't want him to leave.

"Why were you friends with Jensen?" I asked.

"The same reason you were, he supplied the best drinks. The best drugs. He let me basically live with him." He mumbled.

I felt his hand brush mine.

"Now he's gone." I whispered.

"Did you like me then? While I was following him around?" I asked.