𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Your thumb swiped across the screen of your phone, looking through the pictures of you and James, the sound of the movie on your tv and the ticking clock on the wall fading into the distance.

God, why does he have to be so stupid. Why does he have to keep getting in trouble. You warned him. You warned him if he got sent to juvie one more time, you were done. Done for good.

You didn’t want to be done. You never wanted to be done. You wanted to be happy with him forever. Get out of this shitty town with him. Live a life with him. A good life. A safe life. Not one where he runs from the cops everyday. Not one where dealing is his job. Not one where you have to worry about him every minute of the day.

But no. He had to get caught again. Get sent to juvie again. Making you end the relationship with him.

Why couldn’t he just get a normal job like a normal teenager.

You sank deeper into the couch, your thumb stinging from the constant swiping. Picture after picture. Video after video. Memory after memory. Each one making your heart ache more than the last.

You wanted the best for him. If you were the reason he stayed in the game from his desire to give you a good life. Be able to get you out of this town and take care of you. If that was his reason, your only option was to take yourself out. Take yourself out of his life to try and better him. You had to. For James.

A knock at your door made your aching heart leap out of your chest. Your eyes flickered over to the clock. 12:43am.

You slowly arose from the couch, cautiously approaching the back door where the knock came from, peaking out of the window to see… Him.

Before your mind had a chance to tell you to stop, your hand immediately opened the door, his hazy eyes meeting yours.

Oh god, he’s drunk.

A crooked smile spread across his lips as he saw you, his voice slurred, “h-hi baby,”