I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared of what’s in her head. I need to figure out a way to get her to agree to talk to one of the doctors my dad found. I know she’s going to argue about it. She thinks she’s beyond repair. I wish she could see herself through my eyes, even for just a minute.
The tips of my fingers aimlessly twirl through the ends of her hair. It’s always so soft and smells like something fruity. There’s a pink bow holding the top half up. I wonder how many of these bows she owns.
Picking up my phone, I scroll through my missed messages. I should wake her up and take her home. There’s a message from Spencer. I open that one first.
Spencer:
You good? I missed all the action.
Me:
Good. Everything okay?
Spencer:
Usual shit. Mum was on a binger.
Me:
If you need anything, I’ve got you.
I’ve offered to get his mother into rehab, lock her up, and not let her leave until she was clean. He refuses to take any help fromanyone. Stubborn asshole. I open the group chat with all three of my friends next.
Dan:
Epic party. Who was that hot friend of yours, Ares?
James:
I second that question…
Spencer:
Does Cynthia know you were checking out another chick?
James:
Fuck Cynthia. I’m done with her.
Dan:
Until tomorrow.
Spencer:
Or tonight.
James:
Fuck you all.
Me:
That hot chick has a boyfriend who would slice your eyes out just for looking at her.
Spencer:
Worth it.
