“Get out of my house! I never want to see you again, you-!” Those were the last words Jamie heard from his mother before she slammed the door right in his face, leaving him standing on the front porch in the middle of the night, covered in cuts and bruises from his latest mishap

Trouble, troublemaker, yeah, that’s your middle name

Jamie got into his car, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were the same color his white t-shirt used to be before it was stained with blood. He didn’t know where he was going until he realized he was driving to the same place he always went when things got tough. He was going to you. You were his shelter, his real home, his safe haven. He needed you… before he broke out into tears. Tears that he hated. Tears that he would never shed in front of anyone else. He trusted you. And only you

I know you’re no good, but you’re stuck in my brain

Now Jamie stood at your door, hesitating to knock. He knew that you said he could come over anytime, that he was always welcome… but what if you were disappointed in him for getting into another fight..? Disappointed in him for showing up all battered and bruised up… Despite those thoughts, Jamie knocked. He needed to see you