Red Hoodie //BoyFriends

Chapter 44

MENTIONS OF SUICIDE THROUGHOUT THE CHAPTER

Rich's POV

I told Michael everything.
I've never in my life opened up to someone like that. Not even Jake.
And I hugged him. That's something I rarely do.
It was kinda nice to tell him though. Jake knows most things about me and telling someone that knows nothing about my deep down thoughts was good.
Gave me a split second of relief.
I don't wake Jake when Michael drops me off. I don't even go into his room
His parents are away as usual which honestly gives me a break. So I curl up on the sofa and sleep there.
I set my alarm early so I can get out the house without Jake knowing. He knows I'm going to my own house to pick up some more things but he doesn't know about my eye.
So I should probably find a way to hide that.

My alarm goes off. I shoot upright not having a clue where I am at first. As I come to my senses I realise I'm downstairs in Jakes house. I love Jake. Of course I do. I crushed on him for ages until I finally did something about it. But being in this after Halloween just doesn't sit right
Knowing it was the night I tried to end my life
The night Michael tried to end his life
The night Michael lost his friendship completely with Jeremy
The night I ruined Jakes house
The night Brooke found Chloe with Jeremy.
The night it all went wrong.
I grab my bag from where I left it by the doorway and quietly leave the house.
My house isn't that far from Jakes so I walk as quick as I can. I'm hoping that my dad is still asleep. He usually passes out by 9 because of the alcohol.
But who knows. He seemed pretty awake last night.
I take a deep breath and open the door.
My room is just up the stairs.
I can make it.
I make my way up the stairs. And into my room
I close my door and take a deep breath.
The room is trashed.
Fun fact. When your dad is an alcoholic and you're depressed, your room reflects that.
Jakes never been in my house. And you wonder why.
I stuff random things into my bag and go to leave.
Something catches my eye before I close my door
One thing sitting on the centre of my bed.
My old teddy bear.
My heart flips.
My moms got him for me. I carried him everywhere with me.
It's like Michael with his headphones. Everyone knew to not take him away from me.
I make a move and grab him and stuff him into my jacket.
I close my door and make my way downstairs.
My hand touches the door handle.

"Fuck why are you back"

A slurred and deep voice.
I freeze up.

"I'm just leaving"

I hear a shuffle of feet on the floor and a hand grabs my shoulder.
I barely get the chance to turn round before that hand is shoving me against the door

"Maybe you need some extra help"

I try to stay strong

"No. I'm okay"

He pulls me back and slams me against the door again.
This just reminds me of what I did to Michael.

"I said. Maybe you need some help!"

Not much scares me. But anything to do with my dad does. Which is why I gasp out in pain as one of my bears glass eyes is pressed against my side.

"I'm toughening you up! You need it"

He grabs my bag. I make an attempt to hold it back but he rips it away from me.
I grab my side as if he's hurt me but in reality I just don't want him finding the one thing my mom left.
He pulls out the stack of clothes I shoved into my bag

"Running away are we?"

His voice is slurred and he can barely stand up. He's wasted. I can smell the alcohol. My eyes sting with tears as I try to hold back the flood threatening to escape.
I gather the clothes he's pulling out and I grab the bag back from him and shove them back in.