The door closes behind Florence only to open a few seconds later. A part of me hopes itâs her but instead, Benji enters.
âWhat happened? Whyâs Florence crying?â he asks.
âWow, no âhow are you, Elija?â,â I mutter.
âI can see youâre well enough. Now, what happened?â he repeats. Well, this is just great. Really helping my headache.
âShouldnât you be at school?â I ask.
âNot missing more than I usually do. Stop avoiding my question. Why did your girlfriend, who stayed with your unconscious ass all night, just run past me like her ass was on fire?â
When he puts it like that, I feel even worse.
âWe had an argument. Iâll call her later. Hopefully, sheâll be ready to talk then,â I say bitterly. Okay, itâs time for me to stop whining.
âOkay, feel like thereâs a story there but Iâm taking the hint now. Here, snuck you in some food since I wasnât sure what they feed you here,â Benji says, smiling sheepishly. When he hands me a whole Subway sandwich, I burst out laughing.
âThanks, man. I really needed that,â I tell him before taking the first bite. Oh, hell yes. Might be the concussion or the fact that I havenât eaten anything since lunch yesterday but damn this shit tastes good.
Benji and I hang out a bit, mostly him telling me what happened after I fell last night. Joe ran, that rat. Not that anyone cared or really noticed since they were too busy freaking out over me.
I knew they loved me.
He also tells me that Miley wonât be seeing her former friend again. Not after witnessing us stand up for Florence and her last night. Guess she finally decided sheâs had enough.
Good for her, no one should be treated that way. Especially by a friend. I like the idea of our group expanding a bit too, that way Florence will have some girls to talk to.
Of course, we need to make up first for that. Iâm not too worried though, things have a way of working themselves out.
At about four pm, my parents come back so Benji can leave. Iâve told them I donât need a babysitter at all times but they donât care, saying they want to make sure I donât get lonely. Really, lonely? Iâd be more than fine with some alone time and a break from all the talking.
âWhereâs Florence? I brought her some of my clothes in case she wants to change. They wonât fit, of course, but I thought Iâd offer it either way,â my mother says after taking a look around my room. I chew on my bottom lip, feeling guiltier by the second. I tried calling the girl twenty minutes ago but she didnât pick up. Sheâs probably still mad, so Iâll give her some more time and try again later.
âShe left,â I tell my parents. That gets their attention.
âGoing where?â my dad asks slowly. I shrug.
âDonât know. Home, I guess.â My mom and dad share a look, making my nerves act up all over again. What is it I donât know?
âSweetie, are you sure?â my mom asks slowly.
âWhere else would she go?â Honestly, what is happening?
âAnywhere else? Iâll ask Kai if she turned up at our place,â my dad mutters.
âWhat? Why? Can someone please tell me what youâre going on about?â I finally snap.
âDidnât you two talk about last night?â my mom asks, her eyes sad.
âShe told me you were all worried about me, thatâs it. What happened last night?â
âOh, well if she didnât say anything, maybe we shouldnât.â
âMom, please,â I say but itâs my dad who replies.
âIâm sure itâs fine, Amelia. Elija, Floreneâs mother came to our place right before Jamie told us about you. She and Florence had an argument and things kind of⦠escalated,â he says. Her mother came to our place? Thatâs the last thing I would have guessed. How did she even know where to go?
âEscalated how?â I ask, a sick feeling gathering in my stomach. My parents share another look, making my blood boil. âJust tell me!â I snap.
âWell, Iâm sure some things came out wrong and then her mother kind of⦠slapped her,â my dad says through gritted teeth. Meanwhile, my jawâs hanging open. Florenceâs own mother raised a hand against her? My mindâs going in a spiral.
Did that happen before?
What happened after?
Finally; where the hell is my girl now? I sure as fuck hope itâs not somewhere within a mile of her parents but at the same time, I donât know where else sheâd go.
I grab my phone and send a message into the guysâ group chat, asking if anyone knows where she is and if they can reach her. Then I try to call her myself. She doesnât pick up.
âElija, where did she say she was going?â my mom asks, probably noticing my sudden panic. God, Iâm such an idiot for losing my calm with Florence like that. Last night mustâve been so horrible for her and I sent her away when she had nowhere to go.
âShe didnât say anything. We had an argument and I just told her to leave but I didnât know,â I tell her. I donât care that she sees the pathetic tears welling in my eyes. I feel like shit.
âOh, Elija, Iâm sure itâs fine. Sheâs a smart girl. She probably went to a friendâs place. Or maybe she went home to work things out with her parents,â my dad tries to reassure me. It really doesnât help though. Especially when messages from my friends start rolling in, telling me they canât reach her either.
âYou donât understand. She gets overwhelmed and has these really bad panic attacks. Sheâs tired and didnât even eat anything.â I try to get to my feet but my mom holds me down.
âSlow down, Honey. You canât leave yet. How about this, we take care of finding Florence and keep you posted?â she says.
âAnd what, you want me to lie around here uselessly? She was crying when she left!â I try to reason with her but her grip on me only tightens.
âElija, calm down. Youâre injured, youâre staying here,â she orders, leaving no room for argument. Thereâs something calming about it. She seems collected, making my frantic mind switch back a few gears to think logically. My momâs right, Iâm sure Florence is fine.