Changed For Who, Missy [black authors fiction txt] 📗

to fall apart…


Chapter seventeen:
I heard my alarm clock go off, and I leaned over shutting it off, and I curled up into a ball on my bed, facing my wall. I heard my door open.
“ Ty, c’mon get up,” Clay said.
“ I’m not going to school,” I said deadly laying there with the blanket wrapped around my body.
“ Are you sick?” He was over and put his hand on my forehead. “ You feel fine, turn around so I can take a look at you.” I rolled around and faced him. I had dark circles under my eyes, because I didn’t get not even one straight hour of sleep. “ Ty…” he muttered. I closed my eyes letting out a deep breath.
“ It’s killing me Clay,” I mumbled into the blanket.
“ What is?”
“ This, you hating Art, you and the guys, we are a family, the best one I have ever had, and I’m dying over here dude,” I said looking at him. He sat down on the bed next to me nodding his head.
“ I want to talk to Art, but…” He stopped.
“ but nothing, we have all known one another for years! You and Art have been so damn close, don’t let something stupid ruin you two’s friendship. That would be such a damn waste… Such a waste..” I said the last part in a whisper not looking at him anymore.
“ Is that why you don’t wanna get up? Your sad about what’s going on?”
“ it’s killing me,” I muttered rubbing my face.
“ You can stay home,” He muttered standing up and started walking towards the door.
“ Wait, Clay, what’s going to happen with Art?” I asked propping myself up on my elbows.
“ Don’t worry about it.”
“ I am going to worry about it, because your my brother and I love you, and he my..” I stopped. “friend,” I stopped again. Saying he was only a friend made my heart ache. “ and I love him too…” I whispered, but oh Clay, if you only knew the way I loved Art. If you only knew, this would be so much damn easier! He didn’t say anything, and he just made his way out of my room, I fell back into my bed, and laid there closing my eyes. I heard the front door close, and I laid there bored. I brought out my phone, and decided to text Evian.
Me- Hey Evian, it’s me, decided to try this texting thing.............. Stayed home from school, already boreddd out of my mindd!!! :P message me back.
I sent it and put my phone down, and within a second I got a text. Damn this guy is a speedy texter.
Ev- Hey Ty, y did u stay home??? HA! Yu’ve never txed me b4 XD Yr getting bttr (:
Me-Must you text like that? Not completing your text messages, it makes it difficult to read.
Ev- Oh cry my a river, build a bridge, and get the fck over it!
I glared at my phone for a minute, and then smirked.
Me- stop acting like a smartass… so how are thing with you and the ex?
Ev- you broke her nose, and fcked up her face pretty bad.
Me- I like… didn’t even hit her that hard.
Ev- well, it’s not like it’s a bad thing
Me- HA!!! Oh Evian, your so kind!
Ev- yeah ikr xD ……. Btw how r things with the guys (art)
Me- Uh… I don’t even know anymore.
Ev- Well… Dnt worry everything will wrks itself out… eventually……………………
I looked at my phone, and laughed out loud, “ Eventually!” I scoffed.
Me- Yeah… EVENTUALLY!
Ev- Yu knw, yu shld txt more often.
Me- Uh, no, I really shouldn’t. I find texting sooo… Sooo irrelevant.
Ev- HOW?!?!?!
Me- I’d rather chit chat on the phone, or go meet them in person. I really dislike texting.
Ev- Idk wht is wrong with yu… well I gtta go, b4 a batty teach takes away my phone. ttyl.
I nodded my head, closing my phone, and putting it on the table side next to me, and I curled back into a ball laying in my bed letting out a side. I hate texting, not into it at all! I heard the doorbell ring, and I sat up in bed creasing my forehead. I wonder who could be here. I got up, and looked down at my oh so fabulous outfit. Holey pj pants, and a Beatles short. Oh yes. I walked down the stairs, and the person kept ringing that damn doorbell!
“ I’m coming!” I yelled out halfway down the stairs. I opened the door, and saw Art’s mom standing there. I was alarmed. She stood there awkwardly looking at me.
“ H-Hello,” she said just above a whisper. “ I… I didn’t know if you were going to be home… I thought you had school,” she said giving a weak smile.
“ Oh, I wasn’t feeling well, so I stayed home,” I stopped opening the door some more, “ Would you like to come in?” I asked. She slowly stepped inside my house, and I closed the door. She stood there awkwardly, and I gestured her to come sit in the front room. She sat on the couch, and I sat across from her.
“ You… You came to my house last night with Art, the way we first met, I am not proud of it. I know I have a problem, I am an alcohol, and it kills me, I just can’t control myself,” She muttered. I looked at her, and her eyes started to water.
“ Oh no, it’s fine. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. Everyone has their own problems, no one is perfect,” I said giving her a small smile. Then she broke down in tears bending down, putting her face in her hands and she sobbed loud. I got up and sat down next to her on the couch, and placed my hand on her back. “ Oh no, no. please don’t cry, it’s ok,” I said rubbing her back.
“ I know Art is disappointed in me, I know he wish I was different, and it pains me. It really does,” she sobbed. She looked up at me, and her eyes looked so warm. “ The days I was halfway sober, he would talk about you. You and Clay, and the guys, but it always revolved around you. He is very fond of you,” she smiled, and then she shrugged. “ I’m not surprised either, you a gorgeous kind hearted young lady, and I can tell you know how to stand up for yourself, and you can be a tough cookie,” She laughed. I let out a little laugh. She sat there staring off into space, and she choked out a sob, tears pouring down her face again. “ I’m such a disappointment in my son,” She cried loudly, leaning into me. I wrapped my arms around her.
“ No you’re not, he loves you. You’re his mother, and he’s your son. Not every family is perfect, at least your there for him.”
“ I’m not there for him at all!” She cried.
“ Well at least your there physically there for him, and your trying to be there emotionally too, I wish I at least had my mother here physically for me,” I whispered. She laid in my arms, and was silent. She was probably thinking.
“ You don’t have a mother?” She finally asked. I bit my lip.
“ Of course I have a mother, but she left couple months ago. I don’t know where she went, she probably ran off to be with another man, trying to fulfill some dream she once had. I’m not entirely sure, but I haven’t heard from her since she left, which was about three or four months ago. Not a phone call, message, letter… Nothing,” I stopped. I was starting to feel real damn crappy dude.
“ I’m sorry,” She whispered.
“ No, it’s fine. I have Clay, and the guys. They are my family.”
“ What about your father?”
“ he’s a miserable man, never around,” I whispered looking at the fabric on the couch. She sat up and hugged me.
“ Thank you for letting me in, I just wanted to apologize for how me met, my name is Laurin,” She smiled letting go of me.
“ It’s very nice to meet you Laurin, I am Ty,” I smiled.
“ Is that your full name?”
“ No, it’s Tereschia, but it’s too much,” I laughed.
“ What a beautifully unique name,” She smiled. I nodded my head, and she stood up. “ well it was very nice talking with you, I’ll have to stop by again, but I should really get going,” She said. I stood up and walked her to the door.
“ Thank you for coming, I enjoyed talking to, once again it was very nice to meet you,” I smiled. She gave me a loving warm smile, and made her way down the driveway. I closed the front door, and I felt happy, but at the same time I was overloaded with sadness. So much sadness, I felt tears falling down my eyes. I don’t know if it was because of Art, my mother completely gone, my father a jerk, or the face I felt bad for Laurin. I felt real bad for her. She’s a kind woman, but she has a problem. She wants to get better, but I don’t think she wants to try.
I spent the rest of the day in my bed, feeling depressed. I didn’t really feel like doing anything, im still happy I stayed home from school, because I did enjoy having that conversation with Laurin. I soon fell back asleep, and I heard the guys downstairs. They were pretty damn loud. I turned around in my bed, and saw that it was around five. I got out of bed, and walked down stairs into the kitchen. I poured myself a cup of orange juice, and drank it while making my way in the front room. I looked at the guys, and I choked on my orange juice, and everyone looked at me, I caught my breath, looking at the six idiots. YES ALL SIX OF MY IDIOTS!
“ Art?” I muttered still out of breath. All the guys were sitting around the couches messing around, art and clay sat next to one another and they looked so damn happy, like nothing ever happened. “ Where the hell have I been?”
“ In your bed,” Art laughed. I glared at him.
“ really though, what happened?” I asked.
“ We had a chit chat, resolved things,” Clay said hitting Art’s shoulder, and Art grabbed his arm pulling him into a head lock, and they started wrestling, and all the guys dog piled onto one another. I stood there and smiled. It actually feels like old times! This is great! It’s just great, I freaking love it! I felt someone grab my waist, and bring me down to the ground. Gabe sat on top of me, and I heard my orange juice his the ground and spill everywhere.
“ Oh you dumb ass!” I cried. He started laughing.
“ Aghh, don’t worry about it,” clay laughed.
“ Don’t worry about it! I’m the one that’s gonna have to clean it, because I live with a bunch of lazy ass’s,” I scoffed. All the guys started laughing. “ Gabe, get off of me, why don’t you?” I muttered feeling my body being squashed.
“ Say, that I am so much smarter, cooler, and better looking than you, and I’ll get up,” He said sounding pleased. I let out a sigh.
“ Gabe, you are so