Angel from hell

Entering my house, I caught my breath, and heard screaming. All I could think was ,"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I peeked my head around the staircase into the living room to see my mom on the ground screaming and bleeding, but instead of my dad hurting her, he was cleaning off her blood and helping her up.

I had a feeling that my dad did this to her, but once I walked in he thought 'Shit' and started to look like he was helping her. I saw my dad notice me and I immediately jumped and took a step back.

"Hey Trevor, I accidentally tripped your mother while we were dancing. she fell onto the side of the tv and that's why she's bleeding." My dad said. I thought to myself "Mhm" then looked at the tv. Not a single drop of blood and not even on the floor or out of place. I was going to question it but decided to just nod and then run up the stairs to my room.

I quietly shut the door to my bedroom and jumped onto my bed. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, prepared to text Andy, but decided not to. What I did was rude. I should've talked to him.

I just felt in the way, you know? That feeling of paranoia of being in the way at that restaurant was a strong feeling. I didn't expect Andy to forgive me. Or excuse me, my "Angel From Hell". Looks like he's more of my "Stranger from hell" after what I did.

Im only 16 anyways. He's 22. 6 years difference. Being his friend, let alone best friend, would probably never work out,Right? Or is this just my paranoia again.

Maybe I'll try to talk to him tomorrow. Today's been a long day. And, I'm pretty Juliet hates me now. She probably doesnt even want me and Andy to be friends.

I crawled out of my bed and got into some sweats and an old Blink-182 t-shirt.

I crawled back into bed and pulled my comforter onto me. My eyes shut and I slowly faded into a deep sleep. I knew tonight I was going to get the usual nightmares. But I didn't expect this one,

Andy showed up to my house. I answered the door. I knew it was Andy, but he was not the Andy from 2013. He had long, voluminous jet black hair. He was wearing eyeshadow all around his eyes. His clothes all black, and his jeans as skinny as pissible.

But, he was holding a rose. And when he began to say ,"Trevor will-" I woke up. I rubbed my eyes and thought. What the fuck was that dream....

I laid back down and closed my eyes and eventually fell asleep, for the second time tonight.

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