Iâve tried calling Elija five times, leaving three messages asking where he was. I texted him about a million times.
I send the last message at the same time as the doorbell goes off. I jump to my feet, same as Elijaâs parents and we all head to the door. The past one and a half hours have been tense as all of us were quietly worrying about Eliâs whereabouts. Personally, Iâm sick to my stomach, especially with my last meal having been so recent. I really tried to finish my plate and not make a scene.
Robert reaches the door first and my short ass canât see past him.
âWho are you?â the man asks.
âI am here to pick up my daughter,â a familiar voice replies. Oh shit. Robert steps aside, looking at me questioningly while still blocking me from my motherâs view with the door. I nod softly before stepping around him.
âMom, hi. I didnât know you were back already,â I say, smiling as if I were happy to see her.
âYes, I figured that when I couldnât find you at home,â she replies coldly. Thatâs how I know Iâm in trouble. When this woman doesnât try to pretend weâre a perfect family even in front of others.
âHow did you find me?â I ask with a chuckle, trying to diffuse the tension. I step further outside to get this whole conversation away from the Mongrows. Their son is missing so the last thing they need is my drama.
Luckily, my mom follows my lead, getting a few feet away from the door herself.
âThat is beside the point. Your father and I give you all the freedom you want, only asking for you to do good in school and this is how you repay us? Whoring around on a school night instead of studying?â my mom snaps, making me gasp. Iâve never heard her use such vulgar language and my cheeks heat up, knowing Elijaâs parents are witnessing all this.
âWhoring around?â I ask.
âThatâs right. You know what I found in your trash, donât you?â my mom asks.
âYou went through my trash?â I whisper, trying to keep up. My mom found our used condom, didnât she?
âThatâs right. I knew something was wrong with you. I thought it was drugs, that you got in with the wrong crew but itâs just a guy thatâs been distracting you. Guess what, that is over. If you donât keep up your end of the deal then neither will we. Get in the car, now!â
âWhat are you talking about?â Me doing drugs? What the hell? Humiliation crawls beneath my skin and tears are stinging my eyes. God, I hope weâre out of hearing range of Eliâs parents.
âYour report card came. Your GPA has dropped,â my mother says as if it were the worst thing imaginable. My grades? Thatâs what sheâs going on about. I donât know if I want to laugh or cry.
âItâs still above average,â I try to reason. âIâm allowed to have a life beyond my studies! She would have understood that and you know it!â Cheap shot to bring up the womanâs dead sister, I know. I just feel like sheâd be so disappointed if she saw my mom and me right now and it breaks my heart.
My motherâs palm hits me right across the face without warning, making my head snap to the side. My hand flies up to hold my stinging cheek as I gape at her.
Meanwhile, my mother straightens her clothes as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened. Then she looks at me, calm, cool, and collected.
âClose your mouth, Florence, before you catch a fly. Nothing happened.â My jaw snaps shut but I donât answer.
Turns out I donât have to since a soft hand settles on my shoulder from behind while a tall figure steps in front of me.
âItâs time for you to get off our property,â Robert tells my mother. She tuts but leaves without further protest.
âAre you okay, Sweetie?â Amelia asks but something else has captured my attention. A certain dirty-blonde guy staring at me from the sidewalk.
He looks pale even in the dark and I can make out dark stains on his white shirt from where I am. Stains looking suspiciously like blood. My heart starts racing while my blood freezes and I know something is wrong.
The guy starts walking towards me, looking distressed.
âJamie?â I ask shakily. Please no more bad news, I think. I canât handle anything else right now.
âIâm so sorry. He didnât see the stairs and we couldnât warn him. I- He fell and then there was all that yelling and the blood,â he starts rambling only for Robert to interrupt him.
âJamie, slow down. Who fell? Whereâs Elija?â he asks though I think we all know that answer.
âIn the hospital. Elijaâs in the hospital. He had a fight with Joe and fell down the stairs. He hit his head really hard,â Jamie tells us as tears stream down his face. My heart aches for how devastated the happy boy I know looks right now but I donât have it in me to comfort him. Not when so many questions and worries cloud my own mind.
âWe went to the hospital with him but we didnât have a phone and someone needed to tell you. Heâs not awake yet, Iâm so sorry,â he adds, sobbing now.
Amelia pulls him into his arms, trying to comfort him while Robert talks to someone on the phone. Probably Kai, I think strangely calm. Kai has the car so it makes sense to call him. We need a car if we want to go to the hospital. The hospital, where Elija is. Elija got hurt. And I donât seem to care.
This all feels like a dream. Like itâs happening to someone else and Iâm just observing it through a screen. I canât hear the others talk anymore. I canât feel my heart pounding and donât even notice it when Iâm being led towards the street. I obey quietly when someone helps me into the car and even though I see my hands are shaking, I canât feel a single thing.