My mouth was filled with salt. I laid back beneath the computer desk. The job was done. I grabbed the Mt. Dew beside me and took a sip. Better to wash the taste away with.
A knock rang out about the room. I pulled myself back into the shadows of the desk. Jacob set himself straight.
"Yeah?" He answered.
"Hey Jacob, I was wondering if you were letting Andy stay for dinner," said Jacob's mother. I quieted my breathing. "Where did he go?"
"To the bathroom or something, I think. I don't know, he might have left something in my car."
"Is he staying?"
"I think so."
"You're doing a good thing, Jacob. You're giving him a safe place. Let him know he's welcome here anytime," his mother answered back.
"I will," Jacob sighed.
"All right," she closed his door.
"That was a close one," I whispered.
"You're telling me," Jacob moved his chair back. "Hand me that, will you?"
I handed him the can of whatever he was drinking. I crawled out from under the computer desk. I sat down on his bed, glad I could stretch myself out.
"Looking forward to practice today?" I asked.
"Sure," Jacob shrugged.
Pay attention to me, damn it.
"Jacob-"
His phone vibrated. I grabbed it quickly before he could.
"Oh, it's from Phil," I glare at the screen.
"Relax, he's just a friend. You're the only person I'm like this with," Jacob looked at me.
"I better be," I whispered.
Jacob stood up. He walked himself over to the bed and laid on top of me.
"You are such the jealous girlfriend," Jacob kissed my cheek.
"I am not," I sighed.
"Got another one in you?" He whispered right in my ear.
"I guess," I smirked.
I'd forgotten what I was even doing with Jacob. We landed here, I landed in his arms. He had a nice hold on me. I was constantly sent to that little place in my head, the voices in my mind screaming every protest. They were mean but they weren't in charge of my life. I was. Or was I? I'd begun to lose grip on reality, living among the voices in my head. I wasn't sure of what I wanted anymore.
My phone vibrated on the table. I paid it no mind. I had a task at hand. Or...in my hand.
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Out of Touch
Teen FictionYou're losing me again. Alina keeps to herself. Everyone eventually leaves her due to this fact. They hate how she doesn't trust anyone but how can she trust others when the only thing she knows to expect is pain? Now she's starting her junior yea...
